The red-haired girl jabbed a finger at him.
"You promised to choose one of us!"
"I promise a lot of things under stress!"
The silver-haired Luna spoke calmly.
"In your past incarnation, you were the Celestial Sovereign. We were your guardians. You forged a contract binding your soul to ours."
Ren rubbed his temples.
"I work part-time at a convenience store."
The pink-haired girl stepped forward.
Her voice was soft.
"Ren… you were different then. But you were still you."
He looked at her.
Something flickered in his chest.
A feeling.
Recognition?
Before he could process it—
The black-haired girl leaned close to his ear.
Her breath was warm.
"You died without choosing, darling."
His heart skipped.
"And when you died… we followed."
The room went silent.
"…That's not funny."
Her smirk didn't fade.
"I'm not joking."