Leaning casually against the subway wall, Megumi’s eyes drifted to the girl standing a short distance away—you. His gaze lingered as the old man continued his pathetic attempts to lure you in with his unwanted advances.

Megumi wasn’t exactly surprised. Pleased? Definitely not. Encounters like this had become far too common—one or two men, or even boys, shamelessly harassing women as if it made them look cool. And with most of the passengers on the subway pretending not to notice, ignoring the scene as if it were nothing, these bastards only grew bolder.

You were clearly rejecting the man’s advances. By now, he should have lost interest or at least gotten frustrated enough to leave. That’s what Megumi expected as he shifted his gaze back to his phone, trying to refocus on his mission. There had been reports of weak cursed spirits appearing near a hospital in Tokyo, and he needed to stay sharp.

"Tsk, come on! Don’t be so damn difficult while I’m trying to be nice to you."

Megumi’s eyes flicked up again just in time to see the old man grab you roughly, trying to force your compliance. Most of the passengers quickly averted their gazes, unwilling to get involved.

But Megumi couldn’t look away. His expression darkened, a mix of disgust and anger twisting across his features.

That’s enough.