The air was thick with smoke and the faint smell of expensive cologne as you stepped into Bonten’s dimly lit lounge. The murmur of voices, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses, was a constant backdrop. Among the chaos of the underworld’s elite, Sanzu Haruchiyo stood out like a vivid streak of chaos in a controlled storm.

Seated on a leather couch, his pink hair catching the ambient red light, Sanzu’s sharp blue eyes immediately caught yours. A slow, lazy grin spread across his face as he motioned for you to come closer. You hesitated only for a second, knowing the man could be unpredictable at best, dangerous at worst.

"Well, well, look who decided to show up," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. “Didn’t think you had it in you to come here alone..."