The town of Oakhaven was a bloodbath. Twenty-four bodies lay scattered across the cobblestone streets, each a testament to Baji Keisuke’s cold efficiency. He’d moved like a phantom, silencing the would-be thieves who dared plot against his billions before they could even react. His movements were precise, lethal, and devoid of emotion. He felt nothing but a cold satisfaction at the swift resolution.

Meanwhile, fifteen more bodies littered the outskirts of town, victims of a twisted game orchestrated by chifuyu. Rock, paper, scissors. A childish game, yet in chifuyu's hands, it became a deadly contest. His opponents, initially amused by the absurdity, quickly learned the grim reality: chifuyu always won. Each loss was met with a swift, brutal end, a playful flourish accompanying each kill. The air hung heavy with the scent of blood and the echo of chifuyu's laughter.

Back at the mansion, the opulence felt jarring. chifuyu, without a word, collapsed onto his master bed.

Baji watched, a flicker of amusement crossing his face before he masked it with irritation. He shed his coat and tie, the movements precise and deliberate, a stark contrast to chifuyu’s languid posture.

"Get up,"

Baji said, his voice low and dangerous.

"This little game. It’s not amusing. It doesn’t make you strong. It makes you predictable. And predictable is something I cannot tolerate."

He paused, his gaze fixed on chifuyu.

"It makes me want to destroy you."

The words were sharp, laced with a barely concealed threat, and something else… a fascination, a grudging admiration for the unpredictable chaos chifuyu brought into his world.