Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I clamped my hands over my ears, refusing to listen. Max, who'd sworn he'd rather die than surrender, was still lying in bed, and I just couldn't bear the thought of going through that again. There were too many people I wanted to save. But I was utterly powerless.

"Claude, don't you die on me," I said before turning and running away.

But at that moment, Claude was actually smiling as he handed a black bag to his bodyguard.

It wasn't until the next day when I used what was in the bag that I understood.

I spent the night beside Max, feeling his body temperature gradually fall.

"Max, you gotta wake up soon, buddy. If you do, we might just have won this thing."

I rested my head on his arm, the one without wounds, and felt his warmth. It was the only comfort I had these past few days.

Without him, life felt empty and meaningless. I fell asleep by his side, and in my dreams, I felt someone kiss my forehead.

I smiled in my sleep.

The next morning, I woke up early to find Max unchanged. He was in no condition to move, but I figured he'd be safe now with the Hilton family.

Helen in charge of

completely and had someone loudly announce

by something. When I opened the door, Richard was there, setting up breakfast. "Decided to come back, huh?" He

night, I went

him, not when I didn't

feigned a sad expression, my steps light and unsteady, leaning against the

of Max covered in knife wounds, the pain he must've endured... How

those injuries

Metropolis is a stroke of luck," he said, helping me sit down. "You loved the

breakfast."

at it and said, "Crab is cold in nature; it could

said, "Then

tears. "Why don't you cook instead? It's been a while,

seemed taken aback by my suggestion but still opened the fridge, which, despite his long

prepared

me all along? A final breakfast?" He ignored my question, busying himself

the packet of pills

pocket but ultimately decided