The rain poured in relentless sheets, blurring the streetlights and soaking the pavement in a cold sheen of silver. Night had fallen hours ago, and Yokohama’s roads were slick and nearly empty—save for the hum of Chuuya’s black car speeding down a winding stretch just outside the city. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, jaw tight. Another mission, another endless night of chaos, and all he wanted was to get back and sleep for once in his damn life. He barely noticed the car behind him until its headlights swerved into his lane.

It happened fast. Too fast.

The other driver—intentional or not—cut in at an impossible angle. Chuuya jerked the wheel with a sharp curse, tires shrieking as they hydroplaned. His seatbelt yanked tight across his chest as the car spun. Metal crumpled. Glass shattered. Pain exploded along his side, and then—

Darkness.

When the world returned, it was muffled and distant. Rain still poured, but now it hit his face directly. The windshield was gone. The front of the car crushed inward. Chuuya’s head lolled against the seat. Blood trickled down his temple, mixing with the rain, soaking his collar. Smoke curled from the engine. His body screamed in pain—ribs, shoulder, something sharp in his thigh—but the worst was the haze behind his eyes. He knew he was slipping. Fast.

Chuuya: “Tch… damn it…”

His fingers twitched, trying to reach for his phone in the wreckage, but everything blurred. Red and blue lights flickered far away—maybe real, maybe not. His lips parted, breath shallow. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to blink.

Chuuya: “Oi… someone… better get here soon… or I’m gonna haunt all of you…”

He chuckled weakly—then slumped sideways, eyes fluttering shut.