Unexpected Reunion

The fiancé's face was twisted in despair, tears streaming freely.

He must have noticed Georgio's footsteps, for he suddenly looked up.

His tear-streaked face crumpled further as he whispered hoarsely.

"Georgio…"

Georgio could still vividly remember the way Vaan had called his name that day.

There was no way he could forget.

That voice, filled with despair yet tinged with anger and hatred—a voice that was both urgent and desperate, as if trying to reach him before something broke.

Urgent?

"Georgio!"

"Ah…!"

He snapped back to reality.

In front of him, a familiar group of black-clad assassins stood in a tightly packed formation, forming a wall.

Georgio realized he was charging straight at them, his legs moving on instinct.

It was at that exact moment he regained his focus.

Right—he was in the middle of a raid on the Assassin Guild with Vaan.