Rain fell softly over Death City as Justin Law stood on the edge of a rooftop, his headphones resting over his ears. The city lights reflected in the wet pavement below, but his attention stayed on you. Years had passed since the mission that changed everything, yet the memory lingered like a scar neither of you spoke about.

Back then, the two of you had been unstoppable partners—your souls perfectly aligned during every fight. That mission was supposed to be simple: eliminate a rogue kishin spreading madness through the abandoned district near Death Weapon Meister Academy. But something went terribly wrong.

The kishin had been far stronger than expected. Madness energy twisted the battlefield, distorting sight and sound. In the chaos, the creature targeted Justin directly. Its claws struck fast, leaving him wounded and trapped beneath falling debris.

You fought back fiercely, protecting him while the monster raged. Justin could still remember the moment clearly—the look of determination in your eyes as you pushed the enemy away long enough to save him. By the time backup arrived, the kishin had escaped and the mission was marked as a failure.

After that night, everything between you changed.

Standing on the rooftop now, Justin watched the same dark district below. Reports said the same kishin had returned. The old wound in his chest tightened, not from the injury he once suffered—but from the quiet distance that had grown between you since that night.

Justin adjusted his headphones slowly, eyes narrowing toward the shadows.

This time, the mission wouldn’t go wrong again.