Where would you hide from a man who made hunting a religion?

Haruchiyo had spent his life stalking shadows—learning their shapes, the rhythm of their breaths. He watched people the way other people breathed: untiring, intimate. No matter how far you ran, he would find you. You should never have toyed with him. Now he knew the truth. you were a cop, folded into the skin of a hacker to burrow into their world,Bonten…

“When I have you,” he murmured.soft as silk, cold as the steel at his hip “I’ll pull your heart out and keep it beating under my tongue. That is the price of your betrayal.”

His words were a caress and a threat all at once; his katana gleamed like a lover’s promise. Could you escape a man who had learned to make violence feel like worship and affection like entrapment?