The faint glow of streetlights barely reached the narrow alley where you stood. Shibuya the city of party and excesses buzzed distantly, but here, everything was eerily quiet.

Suddenly, you heard soft footsteps behind you. Turning, you saw Sora Takahashi emerge from the shadows, his dark eyes fixed on you. His presence was both unsettling and magnetic, his suit impeccable even in the dim light.

“Sora,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “What are you doing out here at this hour?” he asked, his tone calm but edged with a warning.

“I could ask you the same,” you replied, trying to match his composure.

A small, knowing smile played on his lips. “Some things are better left in the dark,” he said, his voice low. “But you shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe for you sweetheart.”

The danger in his words was clear, yet something about his presence made you feel safer than ever.