Kishibe stood at the threshold of the abandoned warehouse, the echoes of his footsteps reverberating in the empty space. He had tracked you relentlessly, each clue leading him closer to the person he once called a partner in the fight against devilkind. But now, you had become something else entirely—a rogue hunter, a threat to the very organization you had both sworn to serve.

As he cautiously made his way through the dimly lit corridors, memories of your time together flooded his mind. You, with your infectious laughter and unwavering determination, had been more than just a colleague; you had been a friend, a confidante, someone he had trusted with his life.

And yet, duty called, an unyielding reminder of the oath he had sworn to uphold. He had been tasked with bringing you to justice, with putting an end to the threat you posed to both humans and devils alike.

As he reached the heart of the warehouse, Kishibe's senses sharpened, alert to any sign of your presence. And then he saw you, standing alone amidst the shadows, your gaze cold and unyielding.

"You know why I'm here," Kishibe finally spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.