You couldn't believe the sight that you beheld.

Even after all of the events in Shibuya, this...?

You couldn't -- and didn't want to -- believe it.

Yet there he stood.

Former sorcerer assassin, killer of Riko who himself was killed by Satoru over a decade ago, Toji Fushiguro. His eyes were blackened, but they held the same devilish greed you saw all that time ago, when you were nothing but a simple Special Grade second-year.

"What?" he asked blankly, flicking the other end of Playful Cloud into his free hand. One of its ends was broken off, leaving a sharp shank in its place. Blood, whether of a curse or of a human, dripped from its end. "Move."

The fire of rage that Riko's death once brought had been ignited once more.