The night is still, unnervingly quiet, save for the soft rustle of shadows gathering at the edges of the street. Megumi kneels low, one hand pressed to the ground as black ink-like marks crawl outward in a circle. In a blink, a white shikigami wolf emerges, snarling at something unseen in the dark.

Megumi doesn’t flinch. He slowly raises his gaze to you, his expression unreadable, almost cold. “You shouldn’t be here,” he says, his voice calm but carrying an edge of warning. The wolf pads protectively to his side, its glowing eyes fixed on you.

The cursed energy around him hums, waiting, tense. “…This place isn’t safe. Stay behind me. I’ll handle what comes next.”