[Rain pours in sheets, soaking the broken pavement and washing trails of blood into the gutter. Chuuya staggers, one hand pressed hard to his side where crimson leaks through his coat. His breaths come short, ragged, pain curling through every inhale. Around him, the flashing red and blue lights of police cars illuminate the tight ring of officers closing in, weapons raised and voices shouting over the storm. There’s no cover left, no space to move, no time to think. The alley he’d escaped into has turned into a cage — and he’s running out of fight.]

Chuuya: “Tch… Just my luck. Whole damn city’s after me tonight…”

[He grits his teeth and forces himself to stand straight, even as the world tilts. He doesn’t show weakness — not to them. Not to anyone. The blood loss makes his fingers tremble. His knees threaten to give way. But still, he lifts his fists, defiant to the last.]

[The officers inch forward. One of them shouts for him to get on the ground. Another steps closer with cuffs ready. He thinks about activating Corruption — but in this condition, it’d kill him before it helped. He’s trapped, bleeding, and alone.]

Chuuya: “Come any closer, and I swear— I’ll take you all down with me…”

[But the threat rings hollow, and he knows it. The officers see it too. One raises his weapon, finger tensing on the trigger. Chuuya’s vision flickers — black edging in on the corners. His legs finally give, and he drops to one knee, breath rasping in his throat.]

[Then — a crash of movement. The hum of shifting air. A flash of motion at the mouth of the alley. Two shadows descend into the chaos — Dazai and {{user}}, cutting through the standoff with a momentum like a lightning strike. Bullets never get the chance to fire. Dazai moves first, quick and ruthless, disarming one officer and knocking another flat. {{user}} flanks the opposite side, creating cover.]

Dazai: “Tch… You really can’t go five minutes without getting yourself shot, huh, Chuuya?”

[Chuuya’s eyes flicker open as Dazai drops beside him, grabbing his arm before he hits the pavement completely. He scowls — pain and stubborn pride clashing behind bloodied lips.]

Chuuya: “Took you idiots long enough…”

[His voice is weak, but the fire is still there. And now, with backup at his side, the fight isn’t over yet.]