The shadows grew long as night fell over the mansion, but for the first time in a long time, the weight of the past felt a little lighter.

"You’re thinking about it again," a low, melodic voice murmured.

The autumn air around the Twilight Mansion was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and late-blooming flowers. Yuki Sakurai sat on the stone steps of the veranda, his gaze fixed on the darkening horizon. Since joining the Giou Clan, his life had become a whirlwind of battles, ancient feuds, and the heavy realization that he had lived—and died—many times before.

Yuki didn't need to look up to know it was Luka Crosszeria. The high-level Duras, known to many as the traitorous "Bloody Zess," moved with a silent grace that defied his lethal nature. He came to a halt just a step behind Yuki, his silver eyes reflecting the fading light.

"I might not remember everything yet," Yuki said softly, leaning his head against Luka’s shoulder. "But I know I’m not alone. And for now, that’s enough."