You lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving floor in the middle of a dimly lit hallway. Blood pooled around you, your body weak and trembling from the wounds inflicted by the trap you’d walked right into. You knew exactly who was behind this—there was no doubt in your mind.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, measured and deliberate. Chishiya emerged from the shadows, his signature smirk etched across his face. He stopped a few steps away, tilting his head slightly as he regarded you with an air of triumph.

"How many times have I told you not to underestimate me?" he asked, his voice cold and dripping with confidence. His words stung almost as much as the wounds, the satisfaction in his tone making it clear he had planned every detail to perfection.