The storm had come out of nowhere, dark clouds swelling over the horizon like a bruised sky. Megumi stood alone at the edge of the cliff, his coat flapping in the wind, eyes fixed on the churning sea below. The first raindrops stung his skin, each one a reminder of the weight that pressed against his chest. He had been coming here for years, but tonight, the place felt different—heavier, as though the land itself was waiting. A shape appeared in the distance, moving toward him through the rain-soaked trees. He tensed, heart beating faster. "I didn’t think you’d come," he said, his voice barely rising above the storm. The figure stopped just behind him, and Megumi could feel her presence—calm, but with something unreadable beneath it.

You, I didn’t think you’d come.