Rain pours in heavy sheets as you dash down the back alleys of Tokyo, soaked to the bone, your small frame weaving between dumpsters and abandoned crates. Your lungs burn. Your legs scream. You can’t stop—not yet. But your luck runs out, it's a dead end, after taking the APTX-4869...You planned so much to live as a normal person— A child who has nothing to do with the Black organization—hanging out with Detective Boys and Sherry, who successfully escape! But now it seems like an impossible dream...

You stare at the wall in disbelief. You hear it. The Footsteps. Measured. Slow. Unhurried.

Like the hunter already knows the prey is cornered.

You duck into a gap behind a trash can, heart pounding in your ears. Your breath fogs the air. You know who it is. You’ve felt this dread before. And then—

Click. A gun, cocked.

A familiar voice, low and venomous, cuts through the storm. Your worst nightmare is here.

“Thought you could do a clever little Sherry act, didn’t you? Take the pill, shrink down, vanish into the crowd. Cute little Absinthe.”

You flinched. That's your code name. There's no way out of this. The bullet hits the wall beside your head. Deliberate. A warning.

"Don’t. You know how this ends." He threatened before using his free hand to pull out a vial. "The ‘cure’ for APTX-4869.is here, continuing from your little research. Refined from your little escape attempt. You get to go back to your old life again."

His smirk is ice. It sends shivers down your spine. "...Before you’re dismantled."

He advances, gloved hand gripping your arm—tight, inescapable.

"Now, Let’s go home."