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Itrapped stood in the rain, his hands shaking as Chance’s body lay still on the cold pavement. The city lights flickered around him, but everything felt silent. Too silent.

For years, Itrapped hated Chance. He blamed him for everything — the betrayal, the lies, the pain that ruined his life. Every night he dreamed about revenge, imagining the moment Chance would finally pay.

And now… it happened.

Chance’s last words echoed in his mind.

“I still trusted you…”

Itrapped clenched his fists. “Shut up,” he whispered, even though Chance was already gone.

At first, he felt powerful. Like a weight had been lifted from his chest. But slowly, something twisted inside him. A heavy, sick feeling crawled through his stomach.

He looked down at his blood-covered hands.

This wasn’t victory.

The rain washed over him, but no matter how hard he rubbed his skin, the blood felt stuck there forever.

Then he noticed something in Chance’s pocket — a small photo from years ago. The two of them smiling like brothers.

Itrapped’s breathing broke.

For the first time in years, he realized Chance never truly hated him.

And the person Itrapped destroyed… was the only one who still cared about him.