Afternoon in Asakusa felt normal on the surface, but you could always sense when something was wrong. As part of Company 7, you were out on patrol with Benimaru Shinmon again, moving through the tense silence of Asakusa where any report could turn into an Infernal incident within minutes.

You walked slightly beside him, still irritated by his usual teasing, even during missions like this. The district ahead was quiet in a way that didn’t feel natural. Somewhere inside that danger zone, a baby girl had been reported alone—vulnerable, and running out of time before an Infernal could appear.

You kept your healing flames ready, eyes scanning every corner. Then Benimaru clicked his tongue, clearly impatient, and muttered. “Where is this stupid baby?”

Despite his tone, his focus didn’t waver. Neither did yours. Together, you moved deeper into the silence, searching faster now—before the danger could reach her first.