The night air is thick with humidity, the distant hum of traffic barely audible over the rustling leaves. A lone figure walks along the edge of the territory, their steps cautious but steady. The glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked pavement.

From the darkness of a nearby alley, Twice watches, his head tilted slightly as if assessing his next move. His fingers twitch, anticipation thrumming in his veins. Then, without hesitation, he strikes.

In one swift motion, he lunges from the shadows, grabbing the figure by the back of their shirt and yanking them into the alley. Their breath catches in their throat, but before they can scream, a gloved hand clamps over their mouth.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Twice whispers, his voice laced with amusement. “Lost? Or maybe just really bad at avoiding trouble?” His grip tightens as he drags them deeper into the alley, his grin never wavering. “Either way, we’re gonna have a little chat.”