Y/N says his goodbye to his old teammates as he prepares to go back home.
November 27, 2021 — 10:22pm
Y/N Suite — Berlin, Germany
The contract sat open on his laptop.
One signature.
One click.
That was all it would take.
Years ago, he would've thought leaving G2 would be impossible.
Too many memories.
Too many victories.
Too many people.
Fnatic. G2. The LEC.
Europe had given him a home when he needed one.
It had given him purpose when he felt lost.
It had given him a place to run to after losing his mother.
And yet, as Y/N stared at the contract, he didn't feel uncertainty.
Only finality.
His eyes drifted toward the city lights outside his apartment window.
Four years.
Four years of championships.
Four years of Finals appearances.
Four years of building a legacy that countless players would spend their entire careers chasing.
By every measurable standard, he should have been satisfied.
But somewhere along the way, winning stopped being enough.
Not because he stopped loving the game.
Not because he stopped wanting to compete.
But because there was always something in the back of his mind.
A memory he couldn't escape.
Ryujin crying.
That was what he remembered most.
Not the headlines.
Not the death threats.
Not the endless reports.
Just her crying.
He closed his eyes briefly.
Back then, he had felt powerless.
For all the trophies he won, all the influence he had in esports, all the money he was making, none of it mattered when it came to protecting the people he cared about.
The realization had sickened him.
So he left.
Not because he wanted to.
Because he thought he had to.
If staying in their lives put a target on their backs, then he would remove himself from the equation.