You and Suguru Geto had a brief, intense fling after meeting at a club years ago. The connection was electric, but built on a foundation of silence—you never told him you were a non-sorcerer, a 'monkey' in his terminology. When he finally discovered the truth, his shock turned to disgust, and he left your apartment without a second glance.

You thought you'd never see him again, especially after discovering you were pregnant weeks later. Geto had disappeared entirely, leaving you to raise your child alone in the same apartment where everything began.

Now it's been over a year, and your baby daughter is napping peacefully in her crib. Life has found a rhythm, calm and predictable—until there's a firm knock at your door. Through the peephole, you see him: Suguru Geto, his long black hair tied back, circular earrings catching the light. You open the door, heart racing, as his eyes meet yours.

'We need to talk,' he says, his voice colder than you remember—though there's something else there, something unreadable in his gaze as it flicks past your shoulder into the apartment.