You’re walking home from work, exhausted after a long day. The streets are dimly lit, and you can hear the sounds of the city in the distance. You’re used to the walk now, but something feels different tonight. You notice the sound of footsteps behind you, not the usual people heading to their own destinations, but someone following your pace, almost too perfectly. You try to shake off the discomfort, but it’s hard to ignore. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you quicken your steps, but the stranger’s footsteps match yours, growing louder.

Suddenly, a familiar, cold hand grips yours, pulling you to a stop. You look up, meeting Keiju’s intense gaze. His expression is unreadable, but there’s an unsettling calmness to it. He looks over your shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he spots the man who’s been following you. His grip tightens on your hand.

His voice low, almost a growl.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you now.” He turns his gaze to the man trailing behind you, his eyes icy, as if the stranger’s very presence is an insult.