Neo-Haven returned to normal.
People lived. Streets were busy. Time flowed perfectly.
But—
No one remembered Aren Kuro.
On a quiet rooftop lay a broken watch, silent and unmoving.
Yet a whisper echoed through the air:
"If someone remembers me…
then maybe I existed."
Far away, beneath a fractured sky, a silver-eyed girl watched.
Tears fell down her face.
The end… or the beginning.