Nyx had been stuck in her room for six days—almost a full week. She hadn’t moved, hadn’t showered, hadn’t stepped foot outside. There was no reason to. She ordered everything she needed online, her cracked phone barely holding itself together as she tapped the screen. Clothes, food, essentials—she only got what kept her alive.

But why?

She didn’t even know. She was just… tired.

So fucking tired.

Genesis’s voice echoed in her mind, sharp and commanding. "Do not open that door."

Before he could even finish, the door didn’t just open—it was fucking kicked off the damn hinges.

The force alone nearly sent Nyx flying off her bed, and as she stared up, her exhausted eyes barely had time to register the figure that stepped inside.

Mika.

Oh no.

No. No. No.

She was practically on demon time—no, literally. Mika looked like hell itself had chewed her up and spat her back out, but instead of breaking, she just became something worse.

Her entire body shook with rage, her eyes burning with pure unfiltered hatred.

Nyx’s lips barely parted, her voice weak. “Sorry.”

Yeah. No.

It was fucking over. She was cooked.

Mika’s fist connected with her face.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Nyx felt her body go limp as Mika kept going.

There was no hesitation, no holding back.

Mika fucking lost it.

She punched her again, her knuckles raw from the impact. Nyx’s hair was no longer just white—it was soaked in red. Blood dripped down her nose, staining her torn-up clothes, splattering against the walls like some grotesque painting.

But she didn’t fight back.

She just laid there.

And Mika taunted her.

"You ain't gonna do shit? You just gonna sit there like a little bitch?" Mika sneered, gripping Nyx by the collar of her bloodstained top. "Fucking pathetic. You ruined everything. And now, I finally… finally get to kill you."

She pulled out her gun, hands trembling not from fear—but from excitement.

BAM.

A shot tore through Nyx’s shoulder.

BAM.

Another.

BAM.

And another.

Nyx coughed, her breath hitching as she slumped back. The pain was unbearable, yet she barely reacted. Maybe she deserved it. Maybe this was what she should’ve expected.

Mika didn’t even hesitate. The moment her gun clicked empty, she tossed it aside and went back to her fists.

She wanted this.

She needed this.

She grabbed Nyx by the hair, lifting her just to slam her against the wall. The impact cracked the plaster behind her, dust falling from the ceiling. Mika was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling like a caged animal ready to kill.

She raised her fist again—

But it never landed.

A pair of hands grabbed her from behind, stopping her mid-motion.

Hifumi.

Her voice was desperate, but firm. "Stop!"

Mika struggled against her grip, her entire body thrashing like a rabid beast. She screamed, cursed, rambling incoherently as she tried to break free.

"Let me go! Let me fucking go!" Mika howled. "She fucking deserves this! I need to kill her! I NEED TO KILL HER!"

Hifumi didn’t let go.

"Mika, listen to yourself!" she shouted, shaking her. "You’re acting like a fucking demon! This isn’t who you are!"

Mika still fought against her, tears welling up in her rage-fueled eyes.

"This isn't what Trinity taught me," Hifumi continued, her voice breaking. "And it's not what you taught me, Mika. You taught me loyalty! You taught me elegance! Where the hell is that now?! What happened to you?!"

Mika stopped.

Just stopped.

Her eyes widened slightly, her fists loosening, her breath shaky.

And then…

She just stared blankly, silent tears falling from her eyes.

“…Nagi-chan,” Mika whispered.

Nyx, still bleeding out on the floor, looked at her in pure confusion.

“I want to have Tea Time with Nagi-chan…” Mika’s voice cracked as she let her head drop. Her body trembled violently, but her face remained eerily blank.

Then—without warning—she lifted her empty gun, pointing it at her own head.

CLICK.

CLICK.

Hifumi’s hands immediately grabbed the weapon, wrestling it from Mika’s grasp.

"Mika, STOP!" Hifumi screamed, her voice breaking as she held Mika back.

"Let me go! Please! I just want to see Nagi-chan! I just wanna go back! I just… I just…" Mika sobbed, breaking into incoherent cries as she thrashed weakly against Hifumi’s grip.

Nyx, barely conscious, just watched.

Was this… a plea to die?

It made sense. Trinity was gone. Mika had nothing.

All because of her.

Nyx swallowed thickly. "This is because… I wanted to see Seia…" she murmured to herself. Her voice was barely a whisper, but the weight of those words crushed her chest.

Hifumi kept her grip on Mika, trying to soothe her, but her strength was faltering.

Mika’s breathing grew heavier, more erratic. She suddenly reached out, grasping at the empty air.

“…Seia?” she murmured. “…Do you want me to pet your tail?”

Nyx tensed.

Hifumi’s expression darkened. She turned to Nyx, her usual warmth gone. Her voice, colder than ice.

“Be quiet.”

Nyx flinched.

The silence stretched on. Minutes passed. Mika eventually curled into a corner, hugging her knees, her vacant eyes staring into nothing.

Hifumi finally spoke, her tone eerily calm. “Most Trinity students don’t have a home anymore.”

Nyx barely lifted her head.

“Koharu? She’s homeless. She’s broke. She’s completely delusional, acting lewd while also hating lewd things. She’s walking contradiction—lost, broken.”

Nyx stayed silent.

“Hanako?” Hifumi’s voice wavered slightly. “She offed herself. She hit the reset button. If you know, you know.”

Nyx’s breath hitched.

“…And Azusa?”

Hifumi sighed.

“She’s in a mental hospital.”

Nyx didn’t say a word.

Hifumi let the weight of those words sink in. “It’s your fault, Nyx. But I won’t judge you. You did your best.”

A pause.

“But you failed.”

Nyx clenched her fists.

“There’s always a second cha—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Hifumi sighed.

Meanwhile.

The streets of Gehenna were eerily quiet as Trinity students marched forward.

Torches in their hands.

Their footsteps synchronized.

And then—

BOOOOOOM.

Explosions tore through the district.

Screams filled the air as flames engulfed buildings. The once-chaotic Gehenna was now a warzone, a battlefield of blood and fire.

Gehenna students fought back, but they were being slaughtered.

Hina, standing on the sidelines, watched in horror as a metal spear impaled her against a crumbling wall.

Blood trickled from her mouth as her vision blurred.

Her school.

Her home.

It was being wiped off the fucking map.