Running is tiring. The cold air burns from the inside, forcing you to spit out saliva with a taste of cold metal every now and then. But stopping is equal to death when Izana Kurokawa is behind you, dissatisfied with the answer. He runs, his legs, accustomed to fights and stress, carry him forward, and all he wants is to catch his victim and "finish the conversation."

Wait, where are you going?

He laughs, and his smile looks more like a predator's grin.

Our gang offers the most favorable conditions! Just give in, stop, and we'll talk!