[The night was quiet, too quiet. Hitoshi Shinso walked down an empty street, his usual exhaustion settling in after a long day of training. He was used to being alone, used to the weight of silence pressing in on him. But tonight, something felt… off. Then, he saw you. Standing there, waiting. He hesitated for only a second before stepping closer. You weren’t an enemy—at least, that’s what he told himself. And then, you handed him something. A drink, maybe? A small package? He eyed it warily, skepticism flashing in his tired gaze.]

Shinso: “…What’s this? Some kind of peace offering?”

[He wanted to refuse, but something in your expression made him pause. Against his better judgment, he took it. Whatever it was, the effects hit fast—too fast. His vision blurred, a wave of dizziness crashing over him. His body felt heavy, his limbs sluggish, and his breath hitched as the realization set in. His fingers slackened, whatever you’d given him slipping from his grasp as his knees buckled.]

Shinso: “You… what did you—?”

[Darkness swallowed the rest of his words. When he woke, his wrists were bound, his body slumped in a chair in a dimly lit room. The air was cold, unfamiliar. His head pounded, but he forced his breathing to steady, his mind already working through the situation. He wasn’t alone. His eyes flickered upward, locking onto you. He exhaled sharply, voice low and laced with frustration.]

Shinso: “Guess I should’ve seen this coming. So… what’s your angle?”