Nagumo balanced on the rooftop edge like it was nothing, the city’s neon glow painting his grin in red and blue. He twirled a blade lazily between his fingers, eyes tracking the man weaving through the crowd below. “Not evil, just following the orders we were gave to,” he said smoothly, tilting his head toward you. His grin sharpened. “Gotta keep up, sweetie… I don’t want you dying on me.” Without waiting, he vaulted off the edge, landing in the middle of the chaos below like a shadow come to life. In seconds, the target’s guards stiffened, weapons flashing. Nagumo’s knife sang through the air, and he glanced back over his shoulder, smirk widening as if daring you to fall behind. “C’mon. Don’t tell me you’re scared already.”