Amber of its cruelity

Kon's Return — The Rainfall & The Key

The rain hit hard against the dark windows. Kon's coat was soaked through — bloodstains mixed with the rainwater, dripping onto the floor as he stepped inside his dimly lit room.

He held the key in his hand — lifted it just high enough for the cold light to glint off the metal.

KON (low, to himself): "So… finally. After all that — I got it."

Victor was standing by the wall, his blade resting by his boot. He watched the droplets slide off his master's shoulder.

Kon let the coat slip off — half hanging from his shoulder, the wound on his side still raw. His breath fogged the cold air.

KON: "Victor — these battles… they're what people call chaos, aren't they? But for me… it's something else. All this hate… everyone hating each other… they don't even see themselves."

He paused — ran a hand through his wet hair, drops falling down his bare back.

KON: "I accept it, though. I'm evil. Or so they say."

Victor gave a tired but unwavering smile — he never dropped his eyes from Kon, not once.

VICTOR: "My Lord. You are something else to me — no matter what side they say you're on. Evil or good… I stand with you. Always."

Kon's mouth curved — barely a smile, but it was there.

He turned his back, pulled the rest of his soaked coat down — shoulders bare, scars clear in the candlelight.

KON: "I see. That's good to hear, Victor. That's what I like to see."

Victor shifted slightly, as if to turn away — his boots scraping the old wood.

VICTOR: "Should I… give you privacy, my Lord?"

Kon glanced over his shoulder — half his back still damp, his hair clinging to his skin.

KON: "No."

He didn't say it loud — just enough for Victor to hear the finality in it.

KON: "Stay."

Outside, the rain kept beating down — but in that room, the air felt almost warmer than the storm outside.

Kon (sitting, pulling his shirt halfway off, back turned to Victor):

> "You see this scar, Victor? Some people who met me… they said I look beautiful. Funny, isn't it? They never see what's under it."

Kon (voice calm, detached):

> "I've taken many lives. Innocent children, mothers holding their babies… I never felt guilt. I can't. I lost who I am a long time ago."

Kon (glances over his shoulder, invites):

> "Touch it, if you want. See for yourself."

Victor (hesitates):

> "My lord… I shouldn't. It's disrespectful."

Kon (soft laugh, no warmth):

> "It's fine. Go on."

Victor (places his hand on the scar, feels the cold skin — stays quiet)

Kon (closing his eyes):

> "Cold, isn't it? You feel it too… the emptiness. But you stay anyway. That's enough."

Victor (low, soft, loyal):

> "I can see the sorrow you carry, my lord… the pain. And I remember how you saved me on that day."

Kon ( smile, says nothing — just sits there, the rain still falling outside. Scene ends.)