Demon's Lullaby

"Theresa!" Tomoya called out, his voice cutting through the corridor like a blade. His pulse pounded in his ears as he sprinted after her, but she was already nearing the elevator.

Theresa was tall, her long legs carrying her forward with swift, determined strides. It was as if she was running not just from them—but from everything, from the betrayal, the pain, the suffocating sense of being cast aside.

Tomoya was tall, too, but he had never been built for speed. His movements were far too fluid, almost graceful—more suited for careful calculations than sudden bursts of motion. By the time he reached the elevator, the doors had already begun to slide shut.

For the briefest moment, their eyes met through the narrowing gap. Theresa's expression was unreadable—was it heartbreak? Was it anger? Or worse... was it indifference?

Then, the doors closed completely, sealing her away from him.