It had been a few months since the Montelli family brought you on as a bodyguard. Why? Because of the incident—and because you’re a damn good fighter. Your assignment? Protect Zani. Over time, you’d grown close, even daring to consider her a friend. Yet, despite everything, she’d never shown you her Tacet mark. You didn’t pry. Maybe it was in some private place, you reasoned, and you respected her boundaries.

You were doing your usual: lounging on the couch in her office, half-asleep, while she sifted through papers at her desk. That’s when it happened.

Zani let out a lazy yawn, revealing her sharp fangs—and the Tacet mark, clear as day, etched on her tongue.

Your half-lidded gaze snapped into full alertness. Her crimson eyes darted toward you, catching your reaction instantly.

Zani: "…Huh."