Prologue

They said Shu Kurenai was composed. A genius. A champion.

They didn't see him curled on the floor of a cold apartment, eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights, ribs showing from forgotten meals.

They didn't hear the silence he drowned in every time the past pulled him under.

Grief doesn't always scream.
Sometimes, it just doesn't eat.
Doesn't speak.
Just... disappears.

And when Valt Aoi finally finds him again, it's already too late for the version of Shu he used to know.