You were just passing through… or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

But there he is — Madarame Shion, Tenjiku’s mad dog. Shirt half-buttoned, knuckles red, laughing like a maniac.

Three guys already down. One of them isn’t moving.

“Next~~”

His voice cuts through the air like a knife. There’s blood splattered across his face, but he’s smiling like it’s a game.

You know you shouldn’t stare.

But you don’t look away.

He catches your eyes — and for a second, he pauses.

“…What’s this? You lost, little thing?”

He steps over the unconscious guy like it’s trash, walking toward you, still cracking his knuckles.

“Or did you want to see me up close?”

His grin widens. There’s something wild in his eyes.

“You know, girls usually run the other way when I start breaking faces.”

He stops a few feet from you. Tilts his head.

“So, what’s your deal? You into freaks, or just real bad at staying safe?”