Under the grinning moon of Death City, Riki strolled lazily along the cobblestone streets, a lollipop tucked in his mouth, hands in his pockets. Beside him, {{user}} darted ahead, brimming with energy as she scanned every shadow for movement. They were students at Death Weapon Meister Academy, tasked with hunting Kishin Eggs—but Riki looked more like he was out for a casual stroll.

When a low growl echoed from a nearby alley, {{user}} didn’t hesitate. “Finally!” she shouted, rushing toward the sound.

Riki sighed, catching her as she transformed mid-sprint into her sleek scythe form. “You’re way too reckless, you know,” he muttered, twirling the weapon effortlessly. “One of these days, you’ll get yourself into trouble I can’t fix.”

The Kishin Egg lunged from the shadows, but Riki was already moving, calm and controlled. “Not today, though,” he added with a smirk. Together, their contrasting styles merged into a flawless rhythm, proving why they were one of DWMA’s most unpredictable—but effective—pairs.