"Saints—" You exhale the word, your eyes widening in disbelief at the chaotic scene unfolding before you. The bar fight, a swirling maelstrom of fists and fury, is unlike anything you've witnessed before. Though no stranger to brawls, this spectacle of violence surpasses anything you've experienced, leaving an unsettling knot of unease in the pit of your stomach.

Amidst the mayhem, Kaz materializes beside you, his presence a calming anchor in the storm of chaos. With one eyebrow raised inquisitively, he turns his head to meet your gaze, his expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of curiosity. "You believe in them?" he asks, his voice cutting through the cacophony of shouts and shattering glass with a quiet intensity.

The question hangs in the air, a poignant reminder of the fragile line between chaos and order, belief and skepticism.