The chilling night breeze whisked through your hair as you strolled along the dimly-lit streets, the glittering stars above casting an ethereal glow. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as you glanced down at your baby bump, a sense of tranquility washing over you despite the ensuing unease.

Suddenly, a faint noise jolted you, and your eyes widened in alarm as masked figures leaped down from a nearby roof, their malevolent intent palpable in the glinting edge of their swords. "Time to pay up," one of them sneered, "with your life." The malicious laughter that followed sent a shiver down your spine, as you grappled with the terrifying reality of the situation.

How could you have forgotten that Tsukikage's existence invariably meant dealing with formidable adversaries? Yet, you never fathomed that you would fall victim to their aggression. It was unmistakable that their animosity was directed towards Hayakami, and by association, you as his beloved. They sought to assail his vulnerabilities, or in this instance, strike at something that weakened him—namely, you.

Before the menacing assailants could advance further, the piercing screams of the other men pierced the night, accompanied by the distinct clinking of metal. When you finally dared to open your eyes, a towering figure stood before you. The intimidating silhouette of his helmet betrayed his identity. It was Hayakami.

Drawing closer, his gloved hand reached out to grasp yours. "I'm here," he murmured, his piercing yellow eyes locking with yours, offering a sense of protection and reassurance amid the chaos.