Jayjay's POV
The villa was louder than I expected.
Laughter from the arcade group echoed through the living room, bags dropping, shoes kicked off, voices overlapping. Everyone was back already.
Including him.
I saw Kiefer near the couch—quiet, distant.
And Sienna… right there too.
My chest tightened.
I didn't stop. I didn't slow down. I just headed straight for the stairs.
I don't have the energy. Not tonight.
My foot had barely touched the second step when a voice called softly behind me.
"Jayjay."
I froze.
I knew that voice.
I turned just enough to see Sienna standing at the bottom of the stairs, her expression calm—too calm.
"Kiefer's worried," she said, tilting her head. "You shouldn't have walked away like that earlier."
I blinked. "I didn't walk away. We argued."
She smiled faintly. "That's what walking away looks like… sometimes."
Something about her tone made my skin prickle.
"I don't want to talk right now," I said, turning back toward the stairs.
"But that's the problem," Sienna continued, stepping closer. "You never want to talk when things go wrong. You let things pile up. You make people feel… pushed aside."
I gripped the railing.
"That's not fair."
She laughed softly. Not amused—cold.
"Isn't it?" she asked. "You say nothing's going on, but men don't get jealous for no reason, Jayjay."
I turned fully this time. "What are you trying to say?"
Her eyes flickered—something sharp passed through them.
"I'm saying," she replied slowly, "that actions have consequences. And games always end the same way."
My heart skipped. "Games?"
She stepped onto the first stair, closer now. Too close.
"Some people lose," she whispered.
"Some people get replaced."
"And some people…" her lips curved, "get what's coming to them."
I frowned. "What are you talking about?"
She reached out suddenly and grabbed my hand.
"Sienna—"
Her grip tightened.
"This is where it ends," she murmured. "Game over."
Then—
Everything happened at once.
Her weight shifted violently forward.
The world tilted.
I felt the railing scrape my palm as my foot slipped—but instinct kicked in. I twisted, slammed my knee against the step, clung to the banister with everything I had.
Pain shot through my ankle.
But I stopped.
She didn't.
Sienna's scream tore through the villa as her body tumbled backward—down the stairs, hitting step after step, until she landed hard at the bottom.
Silence.
Then chaos.
"KIEFER!" someone shouted.
He was the first to reach her.
I watched from the stairs, frozen, my breath trapped in my throat as he knelt beside her.
"Sienna—hey, hey—don't move."
Her eyes fluttered. She whimpered.
"Kiefer… it hurts…"
He scooped her up without hesitation.
In that moment, he looked at me.
Just once.
There was no question in his eyes.
No confusion.
Only shock… and something that felt like disappointment.
Then he turned away.
"We're going to the hospital," he said sharply.
Everyone followed. Doors slammed. Footsteps rushed out.
I tried to move.
My ankle screamed.
I gasped and sank down onto the step, gripping my leg as the pain throbbed hot and deep.
Wait—Kiefer—please—
The door closed.
The villa fell silent.
"Hey."
I flinched.
"You okay?"
I lifted my head.
Yuri.
Ciel.
They were standing a few steps away, worry written all over their faces.
"Why… why didn't you go?" I asked weakly.
Ciel answered quietly, "Because you're still here."
Yuri's gaze dropped to my ankle. His jaw tightened.
"You're hurt."
"It's nothing," I lied.
He didn't listen.
Before I could protest, Yuri bent down and carefully lifted me into his arms.
"Yuri—"
"Don't argue," he said softly. "Just… let us help."
Ciel was already heading toward the hallway. "I'll get the aid kit."
As Yuri carried me upstairs, my mind replayed her words over and over.
Game over.
Revenge.
This is where it ends.
I didn't understand them.
But somehow… I knew this wasn't an accident.
And whatever game Sienna was playing—
It had only just begun.