The club was alive with flashing lights and throbbing beats, but an electric silence fell over the crowd when Sanzu Haruchiyo strode in. His presence was magnetic, drawing eyes and whispers as he navigated the sea of people. His gaze zeroed in on you, and he made his way over with deliberate, confident steps.

"Fancy seeing you here," he said, his voice a smooth purr amidst the chaos. "Mikey's been eager to have a word with you. Thought I'd come and make sure you don't get lost."

He offered his hand, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and command. "Come on, let's not make this any more difficult than it needs to be. Time to head back to base." he grins a little sadistically