The dim lights of the alley flickered as you stood at the edge, watching Sampo—your sworn enemy. He was leaning against a crumbling wall, his usual mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. Despite the tension that pulsed through the air, he looked almost at ease, his demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding you both.

You’d crossed paths countless times, each encounter leaving a trail of chaos, but tonight felt different. The stakes were higher, the lines between right and wrong blurred beyond recognition. For once, it wasn’t about the usual game of cat and mouse; it was personal.

"You’re looking a little tense, there." Sampo’s voice rang out, breaking the silence. His tone was playful, almost teasing, as though the animosity between you two had never been real to him. "What’s the matter? Losing your touch?"