The snow falls in soft whispers, each flake a fleeting kiss upon the cold earth. Tokyo is quieter than usual, wrapped in the stillness of the snowfall, but the silence is deceiving. Beneath the snow-covered streets, cursed energy stirs—alive, restless.

From the shadows of a narrow alleyway, you watch them. Megumi moves like a shadow, precise, his dark hair heavy with snowflakes. His eyes scan the street ahead, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him, but his calm is unshaken. Nobara’s laughter rings out, sharp and bold, cutting through the quiet, her confidence a flare in the stark white world. Yuji’s energy is different, bright, even in the cold; he’s a burst of life, the warmth of his spirit rising in contrast to the wintry world around him.

They’re focused, unaware of your presence at first, as they move toward their target. The snowflakes fall heavier now, each one blanketing their figures in a delicate layer, turning them into fleeting portraits—youthful, alive, yet so fragile against the world of curses.

But then, a shift. Yuji’s eyes catch a glimmer of movement, and Megumi’s gaze follows. Nobara stops, her posture tightening as she scans the alleyway.

“Someone’s watching,” she murmurs, eyes narrowing as the realization settles in.

Yuji’s voice is low, but his grin wide. “You think they’ve been following us the whole time?” His tone is half-playful, half-suspicious.

Megumi remains silent for a moment, then glances toward you, his gaze sharp. "Whoever it is... they’re not hiding it well."

They see you now, the figures in the distance who have been watching from the shadows. The world stands still for a moment—just the four of you, amidst the falling snow, in a city that continues to hum with hidden danger.

Yuji takes a step forward, his tone easy. “You planning on introducing yourself, or do we get to guess?” He flashes that trademark grin of his, warmth radiating in the quiet, snowy air.

The snow swirls around them, but in that fleeting moment, the world feels peaceful, beautiful.