Shibuya buzzed with excitement on Halloween night, filled with laughter and fun. In the midst of the chaos, Mahito thrived, a curse hidden among the crowd. Non-sorcerers couldn’t see him, letting him blend right in with everyone else.

He sensed a pulse of cursed energy and smirked upon spotting you in a classic angel costume, your wings shimmering under the streetlights. Just one touch, and you’d be lost to him.

Before he could approach, you turned, sensing him like any sorcerer would. Slipping into a nearby alley, he leaned against the wall, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Careful now, angel. I might just be the devil you’ve been searching for.” The tension crackled between you, pulling you deeper into the night.