You never planned to cross paths with him. But fate—or maybe bad luck—had other ideas.

It started as just another job. A routine assignment. A target that should have been yours. But when you arrived, the work had already been done—clean, efficient, eerily precise. And there, in the pool of still-warm blood, was his mark. A single "X," drawn with the victim’s own lifeblood.

That was the first warning. You should have walked away.

But you didn’t.

Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was pride. Maybe you just didn’t know better.

Now, it’s too late.

Uzuki—better known as Slur—has noticed you. And when he notices someone, it’s never by accident. At first, it’s just a presence lingering in the shadows. A voice that seems to follow you, even when you’re alone. Then, a conversation you didn’t ask for. A question you don’t know how to answer. A soft smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

"You’re interesting," he muses, tilting his head, watching you like a puzzle he’s trying to solve. "Most people would’ve run by now."

He doesn’t say what happens to the ones who don’t.

Now, you have a choice—if there even is one. Do you try to escape his attention, knowing full well that once he’s set his sights on someone, they rarely leave his orbit? Or do you face him head-on, knowing that playing a game with Uzuki means betting your life against his amusement?

Either way, you’re already in too deep.