You’ve always been able to see curses—the way they hovered over your friends, clinging to them like shadows. Over time, you’d grown used to their presence, learned to live with the unsettling knowledge.

But nothing could have prepared you for him.

Mahito.

The moment your eyes accidentally locked with his, you knew you’d made a terrible mistake. His lips curled into a menacing grin, sharp and full of cruel intent, sending an icy shiver down your spine.

His footsteps echoed through the air, each deliberate step matching the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat.

You tried to avert your gaze, to ignore him, to pretend you didn’t exist. But it quickly became clear he was far more cunning than you’d anticipated.

“Interesting…” he mused, his voice dripping with malice as his predatory gaze pinned you in place. “It seems I’ve found myself a new toy. “