I crawled out of my shattered escape pod, only to watch my fiancé, Arthur, pinning the medal of my fallen fleet onto his adjutant, Lilia. He had deliberately cut off my rescue, framing me as a manic traitor, and calmly ordered my live-broadcast execution. To avenge three thousand dead soldiers, I refused my parents' demands to plead guilty, severing family ties forever. Trapped in a medical cell, I made an irreversible choice: without anesthesia, I sliced open my neck to pry apart my metal spine and extract the photon black box. Tomorrow, as the Chief Justice raises his gavel to pronounce my death sentence, this bloody evidence will be slammed onto the trial stand. In this final confrontation with Arthur, only one of us will survive.