Location: University stairwell – late at night.
The gym was still buzzing—sweaty players cooling down, laughter, sneakers squeaking against the floor. The game had been close. Too close.
The wrong team won. Nobody cared.
It was just a game.
But he did , to him it was a wrong move. A mistake maybe even as big as a betrayal. And betrayals should always be punished.
It had been a subtle thing, barely a flicker—a hand where it shouldn't have been, a step over the line. The kind of mistake no one cared about.
Except him.
Hours later, the stairwell was silent.
A lone figure descended, still in his basketball jersey, wiping sweat off his forehead.James , the captain of the team celebrating his victory and the way he was so subtle that nobody had guessed a thing.
Footsteps.
Not an echo—someone else.
Kaze stood at the top of the stairs.
"You cheated."
A casual statement. Not a question.
The guy laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Man, come on. It's just a game—"
"No, it wasn't."
That's when James noticed the look in his eyes. Not anger. Not frustration.
Just calm.
Cold.
"One mistake. One deviation. That's all it takes."
He shifted uneasily.
"Dude, are you seriously—?"
Kaze took a step closer.
"Step off a ledge, and gravity pulls you down. It's not personal."
A hand reached out—not a push, not a grab. Just a touch.
But it was enough.
A stumble.
A missed step.
A scream that barely lasted a second before— CRACK.
Silence.
Blood pooled on the concrete below.
Kaze adjusted his sleeve. Looked down, just for a moment.
Then, he walked away.