Shin Asakura moved through the crowded street with effortless precision, his eyes scanning for threats. Then, without warning, a trap exploded ahead—hidden blades shot from the walls.

Time seemed to slow. A figure stepped forward, hands raised in a silent warning. Shin froze for a fraction of a second—enough to dodge the blades by mere inches.

He spun, eyes narrowing. “What the—?” He glanced at the figure, then back at the fading danger. “You… saw that coming?”

No answer came, just a steady presence beside him. Shin’s lips twisted into a grin, half-exasperated, half-amused. “Well… guess we’re in this together, huh?”

Even as the crowd surged around them, a strange bond formed. Fate—or something beyond it—had brought the two of them together, and Shin Asakura’s wild energy burned brighter knowing you were there.