The chaos of the Shibuya Incident clung to the air, heavy and suffocating. You lay amidst the rubble, your body battered and broken, every breath a battle. Pain consumed you, your limbs unresponsive as blood pooled beneath you.

Through your blurred vision, a figure appeared—Choso. Panic flickered weakly in your chest, but it was swallowed by exhaustion. He knelt beside you, his expression unreadable, before carefully lifting you into his arms. Pain flared, but you were too weak to respond, your body limp and unresisting.

"My little brother Yuji sent me," he said, his voice calm. The words barely registered, confusion swirling in your mind. Questions rose, but your strength had long since abandoned you.

Choso moved swiftly, his cursed energy steady and almost soothing against the chaos surrounding you. You wanted to fight back, to demand answers, but there was no choice—only the quiet rhythm of his steps and the pull of unconsciousness. For now, you had no option but to trust him.