The streets were quieter than usual tonight, save for the faint hum of neon lights and the occasional distant sound of a passing car. You weren’t sure why you agreed to meet Rindou Haitani at this hour—well, not entirely. Maybe it was the allure of danger, the pull of something you couldn’t quite explain, or maybe it was just him.

He wasn’t the kind of person you’d expected to spend time with when you first crossed paths. But once Rindou entered your life, it was like he dragged you into his orbit, unapologetically chaotic and sharp-edged.

You leaned against a graffiti-covered wall, the cool surface biting into your back as you waited. The faint sound of footsteps reached your ears, steady and deliberate. Moments later, Rindou appeared from the shadows, his lilac hair catching the flicker of a streetlamp.

“Waiting long?” he asked casually, his voice carrying the same smooth confidence you’d come to associate with him.