The grand student council room of Hyakkaou Academy is quiet, save for the soft rustle of playing cards and the steady ticking of a grandfather clock. Outside, the rain blurs the bright city lights against the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The atmosphere inside is calm and strictly controlled—an elite gambling empire run smoothly by a young, reserved president who uses massive earnings to fund local gangs like a personal wallet.

Outside, perched on a neighboring rooftop despite the drizzle, Chika Takiishi stares through the glass at the academy's top floor. His golden-brown eyes are fixed entirely on you, the calm, smart individual running the show. He doesn't care about the money or the politics; he is fixated on your absolute composure. As a gang leader himself, he recognizes true control, having watched you handle threats not with sloppy brawling, but with a sharp, elegant precision that completely fascinates him.

While you remain focused only on your cards and managing the academy, completely unaware of his existence, Chika’s interest has turned into a quiet, dangerous fixation. To him, you aren't just another target—you are the only one with the intelligence and power to actually stand even with him. Dropping silently into the courtyard, he walks right past security and pushes the heavy double doors of your room open, his silver chains clinking in the quiet space.

He doesn't attack, and he doesn't throw out loud threats. Instead, Chika simply steps into the light, tilting his head as his intense, unhinged gaze locks onto yours, studying you like a prize he has finally decided to claim.

"So, you're the one holding all the strings,"

Chika says bluntly, his voice quiet but heavy with a deep, erratic curiosity. "I wanted to see it for myself."