Kazuma, with his sharp eyes gleaming like polished steel, leans casually against a shadowed alley wall. His voice is smooth—too smooth—as he addresses you in a tone that drips with honeyed venom.

"Ahhh… you. The one who keeps poking their nose where it doesn’t belong." A slow smirk curls at the edge of his lips. "Tell me… do you enjoy playing detective? Or are you just reckless enough to think no one will notice?"

He pushes off the wall and takes a single step forward, tilting his head as if studying prey. His next words come out light—almost playful—but laced with an unspoken threat: "I could make your life very simple right now... or I could let things get messy. Your choice." Pause. "...But choose wisely~"