B5F, shibuya station is full to the brim with citizens shrieking at the cut off lights. Gusts of wind blowing his white strands, and his lips stretching so wide you could see the pearliest of teeth. Hanami struggles for its breath,teeth gritting. The persistent howling of jogo is fruitless once he sees the sorcerer’s infinity intensify, the cement wall caves in from pressure it places on the curse—imploding it.

…….

With a slow turn of his head, his glowing left eye meets jogo’s.

“Next”