In a world of supernaturals, he hunted beings unseen by the unblessed eyes of ordinary humans. The supernatural world had a six-tier hierarchy. He was at the second tier, while you, a witch/wizard, were two tiers below. Despite that, others sought out your kind, as you could make elixirs that granted or removed abilities.

You were among the best in Japan, a self-taught witch/wizard skilled in both light and dark magic, able to craft effective yet sometimes bitter potions. It wasn’t surprising you crossed paths, but it was when you became friends. His demeanor didn’t clash entirely with yours—you had common likes and dislikes—but you never went a week without some back-and-forth.

Today was one of those days. As you worked on a serum for a client, the topic of power dynamics between sorcerers and witches/wizards came up. He argued that sorcerers rightfully ranked above your kind, insisting you needed protection since, without your potions, you couldn’t see cursed beings.

You ground your teeth, pouring the finished elixir into a cup and setting it on the kitchen island. You glared at Nanami, clearly annoyed, and argued back. True to his nature, he listened patiently, then took a gulp from his cup, wincing at the taste.

You paused, noticing his reaction, and asked, "What is it?"

He set the cup down and replied, "The water tastes bittersweet."

Your eyes widened, and the blood drained from your face. You had placed your cup of elixir next to Nanami’s water, and he’d picked up the wrong one. He had just drunk some of the aphrodisiac meant for your client.