I pushed open the door to classroom 3A and stepped into the room full of familiar faces. The atmosphere instantly tightened, every pair of eyes snapping toward me. My own gaze swept across the room, searching for the five most memorable—or more accurately, the most painful—figures from my past.
I found Yukie near the window, her face a mask of characteristic indifference, those pale eyes fixed on the world outside as if nothing within these walls deserved her attention. The sight suddenly brought back the memory fragment from Delilah—the moment I killed my father, and Yukie appeared, her usually cold face streaked with tears as she called him "Father."
A familiar voice shattered my concentration. "Adam! Long time no see. Missed my punches and kicks?"
I turned to see Maximus lunging at me, his leg already swinging in a kick. But this time, everything was different. With my newfound strength and agility, I easily caught his ankle mid-air.
