You were making your way home after the tense meeting with Toman, your frustration simmering just beneath the surface. Baji—of all people—had left Toman to join Valhalla. It didn’t make sense. There had to be a reason… right?

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the figure approaching until it was too late. A tall shadow loomed over you, and a smirk curled across familiar lips.

“Where do you think you’re going, shorty-?” Hanma’s voice drawled, a teasing lilt in every syllable.

He leaned in close, his face inches from yours, the dangerous glint in his eyes making your pulse spike. His grin widened as if he could read every emotion flickering across your face.

“Lost? Or just waiting for someone like me to come along, sweet pea?”