Calvin had a lot of pride in himself. He quickly rose to fame the first year he joined our division. At that time, I was also killing it in the field. So great at what I’m doing I earned the name Flaming Rose. But I bloomed too much in battle that I overshadowed the others.

Calvin would’ve lost it if he knew the elite corps reached out to me and not him. He already didn’t take it well that I got my second star first when we started about the same time. That was also what caused our fight and led to our breakup.

Paul gauged me for a while before giving me a skeptical nod.

“Alright, I’ll give them a call. In the meantime, I’m putting you on leave. Get it together.”

He handed me the paperwork that I excitedly held.

Then, from the back of my mind, a small voice had me thinking, and I couldn’t resist asking, “You think there might be a chance they're gonna retract it after my slip-up?”

“Are you kidding me? I was told to leave it open until you come demanding it,” Paul exclaimed, then his expression softened.

“Think better for yourself this time, Rose.”

I came to the station with convoluted thoughts and left with a lot more. But the good thing about it was, I’m definitely getting that promotion.

I went back to my apartment to pick up my stuff. Aside from it getting destroyed and inhabitable, I want to cut my ties with that bloody place. I'm moving out.

As I pushed the door open, my heart almost stopped from shock. Calvin was there, looking around at the rubble and everything.

Of course, running into him was inevitable, but I didn't expect to see him this soon.

He looked so disgusted at seeing the aftermath of the monster attack.

“If you can't handle even a weak monster then quit hunting. Look at this mess. What are you even doing?” He blabbed his mouth without a care.

I looked at the floor and apart from the debris, I could see bits of mashed cake with mold growing on it and they stink.

“Take a guess.” I flatly answered him, meeting his gaze with a bitter-cold smile.

Calvin looked away and shifted uncomfortably. He knew he was at fault but his ego was so high he'd rather take a jab on me than admit it.

Seriously, how did I miss such a huge red flag?

He was so pumped up to save his ass that he couldn’t even ask me a polite ‘how are you?’