Devandra sat in his office, staring blankly at the pile of files untouched on his desk. His head felt heavy, as if two voices inside him were locked in a relentless battle.

Deviana… I can’t erase her. She was always there, fighting beside me. But Leviana… that night…

He rubbed his face with both hands, frustration pressing down on him. Every time he tried to recall, the memory remained fragmented—Leviana’s gaze, dizziness, then darkness. When he awoke, she had been by his side, looking at him with wounded warmth, eyes silently demanding responsibility.

“Why does it have to be this complicated…” he muttered.

A gentle knock broke his thoughts. When...