Sira stared at Myth, her eyes a mix of anger and heartbreak.
Their eyes locked. Myth stood still, tension written all over his face. He looked back at her—sad, guilty.
Silence hung heavy.
Walker slowly released his grip on Myth's collar. Victor lowered his knife. Everyone sensed it—this was no longer their moment.
"I'm sorry, Sira," Myth finally said, his voice shaky.
"What sorry, Myth?!" Sira snapped.
Myth broke eye contact, glancing at Victor, silently begging him to get the others out. Victor nodded subtly.
"Look at me, Myth!!!" Sira yelled.
The group heard this. Everyone decided to leave Myth to his fate. They slowly exited the alley.
Sira stepped closer. He straightened up, face to face with her. She was about two inches taller, facing him without her usual cheerfulness.
"You broke my trust, Myth. And my parents' trust."
Myth stayed quiet. The silence between them grew thick.
"I trusted you when you said you needed help," she continued, her voice trembling. "I didn't even know what kind of help—and still, I came. No questions. I trusted you with my safety... and my parents did too."
Myth's heart pounded. Her eyes were teary, and every word felt like a blade.
"Say something!" she screamed.
"...Okay," he breathed. "I wouldn't have made it here without you. I really, really needed your help. I'm sorry, Sira. I did text your parents, told them you'd be gone for a year… to not worry."
"Yes, Myth, that is very helpful. I'm sure my parents will find no problem in that," she paused.
She took another step forward.
"When you told me not to tell anyone about my powers—was that to protect me? Or just to monopolize them?"
'Screw it. I need the truth—even if it rips me apart.' Sira thought.
"Sira, come on. You know the answer to that—"
"No, I don't!" she shouted. "You said people would use my powers… but you did. You used me, Myth!"
Tears streamed down her face now.
"And worse... you killed people. Using me. You really are an asshole."
Silence. Crushing, suffocating silence.
She yelled at him again and again, dragging the past into the present like a blade. Each word chipped away at him, digging up old wounds. Myth was at his limit. He kept listening, jaw tight, but it was starting to get to his head.
It wasn't just Sira.
He was disappointed in her too.
Myth clenched his jaw tighter. He had been holding back, trying to stay calm, trying to take it. But now… it was starting to rot inside him.
He was angry.
Angry at her.
Disappointed in her.
And he knew—if he spoke now, he'd say things that couldn't be taken back.
So he stayed silent. Let her keep going.
"You always do this," she said bitterly. "Lie. Manipulate. Especially these last four, five years. Sometimes… I wonder if our whole friendship was a lie."
'Don't say that. Please don't say that.
If that was a lie… what was real?' Sira thought.
That was it.
Myth's restraint snapped.
He wasn't going to stay quiet anymore.
He was going to tell her everything—how he felt, what he thought of her, and why, he was done with her.
He was ready to end it all.
"Well, don't worry… our friendship was real. Because four years ago, I would've never made a friend like you."
He looked at her—really looked at her.
A flicker of hesitation passed across his face.
Just a flicker.
"You know what your problem is, Sira? You're a maid. And you're fine with that. You have no ambition to live your own life."
His voice was quiet but sharp—each word deliberate.
"I don't hate people without ambition. But the issue is… you're the kind of person who wants to live at someone else's mercy. Who's happy eating scraps if they're handed to you. Wearing clothes that scream obedience. Living your life orbiting around someone else's."
He paused. Her tears were falling freely now.
"Am I supposed to feel honored? Being Trusted? By someone who's mindless? Or by the people who sold their daughter?"
He took a shaky breath, then looked straight into her eyes.
"The only person whose trust I've broken is your owner. Because that's what you are—someone's property."
Sira sobbed, unable to speak. Her face crumbled in pain.
Myth's heart pounded violently in his chest.
But he didn't stop.
He couldn't.
"You want to know why I've felt like I'm suffocating for the past four years? It's because of you. I cared about you. I really did. But watching you throw your life away, live like a pet—it really, really broke me. "
Silence again. But this time, the air was thick with everything left unsaid.
Sira finally whispered between whimpers.
"Ciel is my friend, Myth. He treats—"
"That doesn't change anything," Myth cut in sharply. "Yes, yes, I know. He's your better friend. After all, you rejected my offer to become my maid."
"I never really had friends. And that was fine. Even in that prestigious school full of golden-eyed snobs, I never felt as humiliated as I did standing next to you when Ciel showed up. The way he looked at you… like you were his loyal Labrador. And at me—like I was just another mutt beside you."
"Do you know how that felt? Me—with all my mother's money, all my intellect—looked down on by a clown, because of you."
Myth just stared at her.
The tears in his eyes didn't fall. They hovered—refusing to betray him.
"I considered you my best friend. But my best friend is a Labrador to someone else. And would pick him over me without a second thought. That's the truth."
Sira's voice was soft, broken.
"He's my friend, Myth… and he doesn't look down on me. My family works for him. Why would I be your maid? That never made sense..."
"He does look down on you. And I'm tired of running in circles."
Myth took a deep breath.
"And as for why I used you—it's simple. I figured out your powers. They didn't. Not yet. But they would have, sooner or later. And when they did, they would've used you too. The difference is—you'd be happy about it. You'd wag your tail while they did."
He exhaled slowly, shaking his head.
"That would've broken me even more than betraying you."
He looked at her one last time.
His lips parted—like he was about to say something else. Something softer.
But he closed them.
"I'm done, Sira. I'll get you out of here. Then I'm gone. No contact. No friendship. Nothing."
He turned and started walking out of the alley.
Behind him, her voice broke through the night.
"Myth… please… come back…"
But he didn't turn around.
Not this time.