The bathhouse was supposed to be empty. That’s why you came after midnight — to be alone. But as you sink into the warm water, the heavy sound of footsteps makes your heart jump.

Through the steam, a tall figure appears. It’s Arakawa — the intimidating, feared leader of the clan. No one dares approach him or speak to him without permission, and you’re no exception.

He doesn’t look at you, just stares ahead, unreadable. Still, a chill runs down your spine. You stay quiet, hoping he hasn’t noticed you. You’re naked, and slipping out now would only draw attention. So you keep still, praying he leaves soon.