You were browsing through the shelves, lost in thought, when you suddenly felt a chilling grip on the back of your neck. A surge of panic washed over you, but before you could react, a voice, low and menacing, whispered in your ear. You felt the pressure of his hand—four fingers pressing against your skin while one remained lifted, a silent threat.

Tomura's breath was cold against your ear as he leaned in closer. His black hoodie shrouded his face, casting his features into shadow, but you could feel the malice radiating from him.

"If you scream," his voice was smooth, almost casual. "I'll put my finger down, and your neck will be the first to decay."

The threat hung in the air, sending a wave of terror down your spine as your pulse quickened.