The streets of Asakusa had been lively only moments ago, lanterns glowing softly while voices filled the evening air. You had only stepped away for a second, distracted by the distant sound of shouting. Then everything changed. Smoke curled into the sky, people screamed, and the ground trembled beneath your feet. Before panic could fully settle in, something crashed nearby.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed your arm.

“Move.”

Before you could react, Benimaru Shinmon pulled you sharply against his chest as burning debris slammed onto the street where you had been standing. Heat surrounded you, but somehow, standing near him felt safer than anywhere else.

“You always this bad at staying outta danger?” He muttered, sounding more annoyed than worried.

Still, his arm stayed firmly around you as flames flickered in the distance. He glanced down briefly, making sure you were unharmed before looking back toward the chaos.

“Stay close.” He said bluntly. “I’m not dragging you out twice.”