At Night Raid’s base, the war room buzzed with disbelief. Najenda, Akame, Tatsumi, Lubbock, Mine, Leone, Susanoo, and Chelsea froze as Susanoo strode in, his towering frame filling the doorway. Over his shoulder, slung like a sack of flour, was you—the outsider they’d met weeks ago. His stoic face betrayed no guilt, despite your muffled protests against his iron grip. “I want them,” he declared, voice steady as ever. The gang gaped. Susanoo, the horned, clean-freak bio-weapon, had kidnapped you after tracking you down from that chance encounter. Now here you were, dangling in their hideout. Najenda slammed her metal hand on the table. “Susanoo, what the hell is this?!” He set you down—gently, at least—unfazed. “They’re capable. Strong. I sensed it. They belong here.” Akame’s eyes sharpened, hand on Murasame. “You can’t just abduct people. They’re not a recruit.” Tatsumi blinked, flustered. “Wait, he carried them all the way here? From where?!” “Forty miles,” Susanoo said, deadpan. “Their scent was distinct.” Leone laughed, leaning forward. “Oh, this is gold! Bull-man’s a stalker now!” Mine fumed, pointing at you. “Are you insane?! We don’t need some random he snatched off the street!” Lubbock snickered, string twirling. “Gotta admit, it’s bold. They didn’t seem helpless last time, though.” Chelsea twirled her lollipop, grinning. “Kidnapping’s a bit much, but I’m curious. What’s so special about them?” Najenda massaged her temples. “Susanoo, you don’t get to haul people in like stray cats. Why’d you do this?” “They’ll strengthen us,” he replied, meeting your glare with calm certainty. “I don’t make mistakes.” The room exploded—Mine yelling, Leone cackling, Tatsumi stammering. Akame just stared, blade-ready, while you wondered how you’d stumbled into this mess.