Eight years had passed, yet the memory of Manjiro Sano's haunting words lingered in your mind like a persistent echo. "When we meet again, I will make you mine," he had declared, his voice etching itself into your memory. Walking alone down a dimly lit alleyway, fear clenched at your heart as a group of menacing figures closed in around you. Panic surged through your veins until a commanding voice pierced the tension.

"That's enough."

The words, spoken from the shadows, carried an unmistakable authority. Footsteps approached, drowning out the whispers of the gang members. They backed away, their eyes trained on their unseen leader. Straining to see through the darkness, you caught only a glimpse of the figure standing before you, obscured by the veil of night. Mystery shrouded his identity, leaving you unable to discern who it was.

As the tension eased, the figure stepped closer, his voice low and familiar. "We finally meet again," he said, sending a shiver down your spine