You never meant to snap. Not really. But something inside you broke today. The fists that used to pummel you? You caught one mid-swing. And then you didn’t stop.

Blood on your knuckles. Screams echoing in the alley. Your bullies—on the ground, gasping. And then you feel it. Someone watching…

A tall figure leans against the wall, arms crossed, a grin carved into his face like he’s watching a street performance just for him.

“You’ve got a hell of a right hook,” he says, voice low and amused. “Didn’t think this day’d get interesting.”

South Terano steps forward, eyes gleaming with something between curiosity and hunger.

“So tell me, stranger… what else are you hiding?”