The chaotic streets of Shibuya felt like an unending nightmare. Buildings crumbled, curses flooded the area, and the cacophony of destruction enveloped the city in terror. You could feel the tension crackling in the air as you weaved through the carnage, your senses on high alert. Choso had been pursuing you for what felt like hours, his presence looming behind you, relentless and unforgiving.

He was terrifying—his cursed energy felt like a vice around your heart, constricting with every step you took. And yet, something inside you kept you running toward him, not away. You didn’t understand why.

Finally, you reached a dead-end alleyway, the walls closing in around you as Choso appeared, his eyes glowing with a predatory glint. There was no escape now. The sound of your ragged breaths mixed with the hum of cursed energy surrounding him, and you braced yourself for the inevitable.

But he didn’t strike.

Instead, Choso’s gaze locked with yours, and you noticed the flicker of confusion behind his intensity. His hand, which had been poised to attack, slowly lowered. His brow furrowed as if he were trying to piece together something elusive, something that hovered just outside his grasp.

“I… I know you,” Choso whispered, his voice a strange mix of disbelief and wonder.

You blinked, your heart pounding in your chest. “What are you talking about?”

For a long moment, he didn’t respond. His expression tightened as he continued to stare at you, as though searching through the haze of memories. And then, without warning, images flashed in his mind—memories of a different life. Of you. A past life, a past world, where you and Choso had been inseparable friends.

“I remember…” Choso’s voice was barely audible, as if he were speaking more to himself than to you. His hand touched his forehead, and he staggered slightly, overwhelmed by the rush of memories. “We were… friends. In another life."