The rain is heavy that afternoon, a quiet satisfaction settles in you as the adrenaline hums on your body just like every time you fight.

Two men lay on the ground, both of them wearing a distinct red uniform, it wasn't the first time you were underestimated and ended up like this.

Then you notice him, a figure detaches himself from a nearby wall. Ran Haitani. His hair, even soaked, holds its distinct shape. His usual expression was one of cool indifference, but as his eyes took in the scene, a flicker of something new appeared.

"I didn't expect you to drop them that quick." He looks down at the men.