The Butterfly Mansion was quiet at night, the halls shrouded in darkness. The usual hum of activity had faded; the nurses were asleep, patients resting, and shadows stretched long and still.

Muichiro walked silently through the halls, his long hair swaying slightly with each step. In one of the secluded rooms, he found his demon partner, sitting quietly, fangs hidden behind their lips, claws folded neatly.

He stopped at the doorway, his calm expression unreadable.

Muichiro: “You’re coming with me.” he said softly.