Yuna:
Then—
"He is not like Ethan."
His voice remained calm.
Controlled.
But colder than before.
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I frowned slightly.
"…What do you mean?"
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He looked directly at me now.
And for the first time—
There was something in his gaze that felt… heavy.
Serious in a way that made my stomach tighten.
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"Ethan still has limits."
A pause.
"But his father doesn't."
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Silence.
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My breath slowed.
"…No limits?"
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"He doesn't see people," he continued. "He sees use."
Each word landed carefully.
Like he wasn't exaggerating.
Like he was stating a fact.
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"If you are useful—you stay."
"If you are not—you disappear."
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My fingers curled slightly.
A chill ran down my spine.
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"…And if he sees me?" I asked quietly.
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His answer came without hesitation.
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"Then pray he doesn't find a reason to notice you."
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The words hit harder than anything before.
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For a moment—
I couldn't speak.
Couldn't move.
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Because suddenly—
This wasn't just about Ethan.
This wasn't just about helping him.
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There was something bigger.
Darker.
More dangerous.
"Even ethan can't save you from him".
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And Ethan—
Was part of it.
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"…Even Ethan can't save me?" I asked softly.
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His gaze didn't shift.
"No."
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That single word—
Was enough.
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A silence followed.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
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But instead of stepping back—
Instead of hesitating—
I straightened slightly.
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Because fear was there.
Of course it was.
But it didn't stop me.
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"…Then I just won't be seen," I said quietly.
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Elena's father studied me again.
Long.
Carefully.
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Then he nodded once.
"…That would be wise."
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He turned slightly.
Gesturing toward the guards behind us.
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"These men go with you."
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I looked at them again.
Now differently.
Not just as silent figures—
But as protection.
As a shield between us and whatever was waiting.
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"All weapons are ready," he continued. "Vehicles prepared."
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My heart started beating faster again.
Not from confusion—
But from anticipation.
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"You leave today," he said.
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I blinked.
"…Today?"
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"Yes."
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Elena stepped forward slightly.
"Dad—"
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"The operation begins tomorrow," he continued, cutting through her words. "If you're going, you don't go late."
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My chest tightened.
Tomorrow.
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That meant—
We were closer than I thought.
Closer to Ethan.
Closer to danger.
Closer to everything.
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I turned slightly toward Elena.
Our eyes met.
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For a second—
Neither of us spoke.
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Then she walked forward.
Stopping in front of her father.
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"…Thank you, dad."
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Her voice was softer now.
Less teasing.
More real.
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He looked at her.
Not warmly.
But not cold either.
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"…Don't thank me yet," he said.
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She smiled slightly.
"I won't die that easily."
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A faint pause.
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"…You better not," he replied.
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Something unspoken passed between them.
Something familiar.
Something deep.
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I watched them quietly.
Realizing—
That even in a world like this—
There were still bonds.
Still care.
Even if it wasn't shown in obvious ways.
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Elena stepped back.
Turning toward me.
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"…Looks like we're really doing this."
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I let out a slow breath.
"…Yeah."
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My fingers tightened slightly at my sides.
---
This wasn't practice anymore.
This wasn't planning.
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This was real.
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The guards began to move.
Coordinated.
Silent.
Efficient.
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Weapons were being prepared.
Cases opened.
Checked.
Loaded.
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The sound of metal clicking echoed softly around us.
Cold.
Precise.
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Elena walked toward a table.
Picking up a jacket.
Strapping something small to her side.
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I watched her for a moment.
Then stepped closer.
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"…Are you scared?" I asked quietly.
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She paused.
Then glanced at me.
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"…Of course."
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I blinked.
"…Really?"
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She smirked slightly.
"I'm not stupid."
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I let out a small breath.
"…Good."
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She raised an eyebrow.
"…Good?"
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"Because I am too," I admitted.
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She laughed lightly.
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"…Then we'll survive together."
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That made something in my chest feel lighter.
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I nodded.
"…Together."
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She handed me a small device.
"Keep this with you," she said. "Communication."
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I took it.
"…Okay."
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She then looked at me seriously.
"Stay close to me at all times."
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I nodded again.
"I will."
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The preparations continued around us.
Fast.
Organized.
Unstoppable.
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And in the middle of it—
I stood there.
No longer the same girl who hesitated.
No longer the same girl who misunderstood.
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Because now—
I knew.
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I knew what kind of world Ethan lived in.
I knew what kind of dangers surrounded him.
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And I still chose—
To walk into it.
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Not because I was fearless.
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But because—
He was there.
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And this time—
I wasn't going to stay behind.
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I was going to him.
No matter what waited ahead.
I followed Elena out of the base, the weight of everything still sitting in my chest—but now it wasn't fear alone.
It was purpose.
The guards moved behind us like shadows, silent and precise, while Elena walked ahead as if this was just another normal day in her life. I stayed close to her, matching her pace, my mind replaying every word her father had said.
Stay out of Ethan's father's gaze.
Those words didn't leave me.
They stayed… somewhere deep.
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We got into the car again, and this time, the atmosphere felt different.
Not rushed.
Not chaotic.
But prepared.
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The drive to Elena's house was quieter than before.
I leaned slightly against the window, watching the passing lights blur into lines. My reflection stared back at me faintly in the glass—still the same face, but something had changed.
Not softer.
Not weaker.
Just… clearer.
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After some time, the car slowed and stopped.
Elena stepped out first, and I followed her inside.
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Her house was elegant.
Modern.
Cold in design—but powerful.
Everything was clean, sharp, controlled.
Just like her.
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"Come," she said, walking upstairs without waiting.
I followed her into a large room.
A dressing room.
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She opened a wardrobe, pulling out clothes and tossing them onto the bed.
"Change," she said casually.
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I looked at the outfit she had chosen for me.
And paused.
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It was… completely different from what I usually wore.
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I picked it up slowly.
A black high-neck fitted top—simple, but elegant. It hugged the body perfectly, giving a sharp and confident look.
Then the pants.
High-waisted.
Wide-leg.
Flowing down with a smooth, structured fall that made every movement look effortless and powerful.
A sleek black belt sat at the waist, adding definition.
And over it—
A long black blazer.
Loose, yet structured.
Resting perfectly over the shoulders like it belonged there.
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"…This looks like something a CEO would wear," I murmured.
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Elena smirked slightly.
"Or someone dangerous."
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I looked at her.
Then back at the outfit.
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Without saying anything more—
I changed.
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As the fabric settled against my skin, I noticed something immediately.
It wasn't just comfortable.
It was… commanding.
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The mirror reflected someone I almost didn't recognize.
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My hair fell naturally over my shoulders.
The black outfit gave me a completely different aura.
Sharp.
Elegant.
Untouchable.
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Not soft.
Not fragile.
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Strong.
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I stepped out of the room.
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Elena was already there.
Leaning against the wall.
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And for a moment—
I paused again.
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She was wearing almost the same style.
Black.
Fitted.
Sharp.
Her blazer resting perfectly, her posture confident, her expression calm but slightly amused.
---
She looked at me.
Then slowly—
Her lips curved.
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"…We look like fashion girls more than fighters."
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I couldn't help it.
I laughed.
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"…Seriously."
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She pushed herself off the wall and walked closer, circling me once like she was inspecting me.
"Not bad," she said. "You clean up well."
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I raised an eyebrow.
"I always do."
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She smirked.
"Confidence. I like that."
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I smiled slightly.
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For a second—
It almost felt normal again.
---
But then—
Reality settled back in.
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We weren't dressing up for an event.
We weren't going out for fun.
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We were going into danger.
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Elena moved toward a table.
Picking up small devices.
Weapons.
---
She handed me a small communication earpiece.
"Put this on."
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I did.
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Then—
She looked at me again.
More serious now.
---
"Listen carefully," she said. "We're not going in front."
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I nodded.
"I know."
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"We stay behind," she continued. "We follow his plan."
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Her voice lowered slightly.
"We don't interfere unless necessary."
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I took a slow breath.
"…And if something goes wrong?"
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She looked at me.
Then said calmly—
"Then we act."
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I nodded.
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She reached into the drawer and pulled out a gun.
Then handed me one.
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I took it.
This time—
Without hesitation.
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She noticed.
And gave a small nod.
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"Good."
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We both slipped the guns into our pockets, hidden under the blazers.
Small.
But ready.
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Communication devices secured.
Weapons ready.
---
Everything set.
---
We walked out together.
Side by side.
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The guards were already waiting outside.
Cars lined up.
Engines running.
---
The air felt heavier now.
Like the calm before something big.
---
We got into the car.
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This time—
No hesitation.
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As the door closed, Elena leaned back slightly, her expression calm but focused.
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"…Remember," she said.
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I looked at her.
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"We are not the main players."
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I nodded.
"…We're the backup."
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She smirked faintly.
"Exactly."
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The car started moving.
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I looked ahead.
My reflection faintly visible again in the glass.
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Black outfit.
Sharp eyes.
Steady breath.
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Not the same girl anymore.
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My fingers brushed lightly against the hidden gun.
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Not out of fear.
---
But readiness.
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"…Ethan," I whispered softly.
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This time—
I wasn't coming to question him.
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I was coming—
To stand beside him.
Even if it meant staying in the shadows.
Even if it meant stepping into danger.
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Because this time—
I understood his world.
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And I chose—
To be part of it.