Ren's hands trembled as he flipped through ancient tomes in the dim corner of the village library. Page after page revealed a world that was never his. Wars that had never been fought. Kings who had never ruled. All records of Havana Kingdom were gone, as if wiped clean from time itself.
The new king—praised, beloved, and pure—was nothing like the tyrant Ren remembered. The ruler now sat on a golden throne as the founder of the so-called Celestia Kingdom, his wicked deeds replaced with tales of honor and peace. Even the conflicts that once tore the land were rewritten into victories of righteousness.
"No... this isn't right," Ren muttered. "This can't be real..."
Panic rose inside him. He sprinted out of the library, past the glowing runes lining the streets, and didn't stop until he reached home. Bursting into his room, he collapsed against the door, his mind swirling with dread and disbelief.
"What kind of magic is this…?"
His thoughts were interrupted as the door creaked open. Ishikawa Haruka stepped in, calm and curious.
"Are you alright, Ren?" she asked gently. "You look pale. What's bothering you?"
Ren opened his mouth, desperate to speak the truth. He needed to tell someone. Anyone. But just as the words reached his lips—
Flash.
A sudden, burning pain stabbed through his head as his vision blurred.
Foresight
In his mind, he saw himself confessing everything to Ishikawa Haruka. Every detail. The memory shifts, the rewritten world, the ruler's lies. She listened quietly… and then, without warning—
Her head exploded.
Blood. Silence. Horror.
Ren gasped and snapped out of the vision, his body drenched in sweat.
He stared at Haruka, now standing right before him, perfectly fine—waiting for his answer.
But he said nothing.
Only one thought echoed in his head:
"If I tell the truth… she'll die."