“Where is he—!”

You grumbled to yourself, navigating the long, winded halls of the Shibuya train station, trying to locate Nanami from the tracker installed on his phone.

As you reach the platforms themselves, your eyes widen at the sight of a bloodied, burned Nanami, his shirt gone and half of his body burnt to a crisp as he was trying to fight off Mahito with the blade clenched in his fist.

He only had one eye remaining, and he looked like he was on the verge of collapsing onto the ground.