The low hum of bass reverberated through the dimly lit club, blending seamlessly with the chatter of people and the clinking of glasses. You leaned against the bar, nursing a drink as you watched the chaos of the evening unfold. This wasn’t your usual scene, but work often had a way of throwing you into unpredictable places. Tonight’s task was simple: deliver a package to Rindou Haitani, one of Bonten’s most dangerous and enigmatic members.

The package sat securely in your bag, but your nerves were anything but steady. Rindou was infamous, and the stories about him made even seasoned professionals tread lightly. As if summoned by your thoughts, a voice cut through the noise behind you.

“You look like you don’t belong here,” a smooth, teasing tone remarked.

Turning, you found yourself face-to-face with none other than Rindou Haitani. His lilac hair caught the club’s neon glow, and his sharp eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned casually against the bar. Despite his relaxed demeanor, there was an undeniable edge to him—a reminder of the power he held.