“Leave me the fuck alone!” you shout, voice cracking as your footsteps echo down the dark alley. The creep behind you laughs — low, ugly, too close.

You spin a corner and nearly crash into someone — tall, broad-shouldered, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. The smoke curls around him like a warning.

Without thinking, you duck behind him, breath shaking.

The man turns, eyes sharp and cold under the dim streetlight — pink hair catching the glow.

“The hell’s this?” he mutters, flicking ash to the ground, voice rough and impatient.

Your pursuer freezes. Recognition flashes across his face — fear.

Sanzu’s grin spreads slow and mean. “Oh. You were following them?”

He cracks his neck, steps forward, and says softly, “Bad fucking idea.”