The boundless sky stretched out before him.

  tless worlds floated around him like shards of gss endlessly spinning.

  Azami Yuki (male) stood in the void, his eyes staring straight ahead, expressionless.

  Then—

  Amid the infinite sea of realities, he found her.

  A girl with sharp eyes a-bck hair that cascaded down to her waist.

  Someone so simir to him that it couldn’t possibly be anyone else.

  The world she inhabited was no different from his inal world.

  A world where she was still alive.

  Still breathing.

  Still existing.

  Azami Yuki (female).

  The version of himself that had been lost.

  He had found her.

  He had succeeded.

  But…

  Why…

  Why did his heart still feel empty?

  ---

  Azami Yuki (female) gazed at the man before her with an unreadable expression.

  They stood uhe twilight sky, on the rooftop of an apartment building.

  The breeze carried the st of rain that had just begun to fall.

  Just like the first time they had met.

  But nothing was the same.

  Nothi real.

  "That face…" Azami Yuki (female) finally spoke, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

  "Why does your face look so empty?"

  Azami Yuki (male) didn’t answer.

  His eyes stared straight at her, devoid of emotion, devoid of light.

  As if he were nothing more than ay shell.

  Azami Yuki (female) ched her teeth.

  Her hands tightened into fists, her nails digging into her own skin.

  "So… this is what it feels like."

  Sadness.

  Loss.

  Despair.

  Everything she had done up until now… had led to this.

  Just like her past self.

  The one who had made the same mistake.

  The one who had also searched for him across infinite worlds.

  The one who had also hoped to find something that had been lost.

  And in the end—

  The one who had also lost something far greater.

  ---

  Erika watched everything from afar, her body trembling with anger, frustration, and despair.

  She wao scream.

  She wao destroy everything.

  She wao stop this.

  But she couldn’t.

  The ws of the world that Azami Yuki (male) had written bound her more tightly than anything else.

  All she could do was watch, witnessing the repetition that would tinue endlessly.

  "Why…" she murmured in a voice barely audible.

  "Why do you keep doing this to yourselves…?"

  No one answered.

  No one cared.

  Just like before.

  ---

  Everythiuro the beginning.

  Azami Yuki (male) finally returo his small apartment.

  The night sky hung quietly, the cold air seeping through the slightly open window.

  In the dimly lit room, he stared at the mirror on the wall.

  Himself.

  A man with messy bck hair and ay gaze.

  But in that refle—

  He saw his other self.

  Azami Yuki (female) smiled faintly at him.

  A smile he had never uood.

  A smile that… always hid something.

  He raised his hand, toug the mirror in front of him.

  The refle did the same.

  As if they were still… one.

  As if they were still… searg for the same thing.

  And in the moment—

  The world repeated itself once more.

  ---

  The rain fell gently, soaking the neon-lit streets.

  In a quiet park, a man dressed entirely in bck stood motionless, staring at the sky with no expression.

  Footsteps approached from behind.

  A girl with long bck hair and a detective’s coat stood beside him.

  She looked at him, her eyes filled with something difficult to decipher.

  "Long time no see."

  Azami Yuki (male) turned his head.

  A faint smile formed on his face.

  "Same to you."

  And with that, their story began again.

  Just like before.

  Just like it would tio do.

  Forever.