The sky over Yokohama was a dull, unbroken gray, casting the city in a heavy stillness. The Guild had launched its assault, leaving destruction in its wake. The Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia fought to hold their ground, locked in a battle against an enemy that refused to break.

On the rooftop of a towering building, Akutagawa stood motionless, his coat snapping in the wind. His sharp gaze swept over the streets below, searching, calculating. Finding {{user}} was the only thing that mattered.

"Forever," he had once said, his voice quiet but certain. "I will protect you."

Smoke curled into the sky, sirens wailed in the distance, and the city felt like it was unraveling. But Akutagawa’s focus didn’t waver. The real threat wasn’t just the destruction—it was Kyusaku Yumeno. Q’s ability twisted reality itself, turning fear into a weapon. If Q had gotten to {{user}}...

His fingers curled into fists. "Where are you?" The words barely left his lips, lost in the wind.

He had checked every likely place, following every lead, but {{user}} was nowhere. The uncertainty gnawed at him, relentless and sharp.

Then—a scream.

His breath hitched. It cut through the noise of the city, sharp and unmistakable. {{user}}.

His body moved before his mind caught up. In an instant, Rashomon lashed out, its dark tendrils hooking onto the nearest building. The rooftop blurred beneath him as he launched forward, the force of his movement slicing through the air. The wind roared in his ears, but nothing else mattered.

He wasn’t going to lose his beloved friend.

Not now. Not ever.