The deserted stretch of road was bathed in moonlight, casting long shadows over the cracked asphalt. Aizawa walked along the shoulder, his footsteps quiet against the gravel. He stopped abruptly, his gaze falling on the silhouette standing by the edge of the road. The golden details shimmered faintly, catching the soft glow of the moon.

“I don’t even want to know how you got here,” he said, his voice flat as he surveyed the scene. He adjusted his scarf, his expression unreadable. “But this is not where you belong.”