You didn’t ask him to come. You didn’t expect him to follow.

But Komano stood behind you anyway—silent as ever, looming like a wall between you and whatever waited in that dark alley.

The mission wasn’t his. The problem wasn’t his. But you were.

So he came.

"You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone," he said. No judgment, no pity. Just fact.

He looked at you—really looked, steady and unblinking—and added:

"You didn’t ask me to show up. I did anyway. I’m coming with you."