Yoshida had been tasked with retrieving a powerful devil hybrid who had escaped from headquarters. The runaway was you, last seen fleeing deep into the forest. The dense trees and shadows provided little cover, and despite your best efforts, it was only a matter of time before he caught up.

As you sprinted for safety, the crunch of leaves and branches behind you grew louder. Before you could react, a sharp, cold sensation pressed against your neck—a katana, steady and unyielding. You froze.

Yoshida's voice was calm, almost amused, as he spoke: "Did you really think you could get away?"

He tilted his head slightly, his smile sharp and mocking, the moonlight glinting off the blade he held with precision.