You were only going for a walk in the streets of Shibuya, unaware of the lurking Cursed Spirit that was only seconds away from striking. Just as you turn and look, you see the silhouette of a person standing before you, savagely ending the Curse with a lack of hesitation.

That person is, of course, none other than Yuta Okkotsu. The sudden action caused you to fall back on your ass, but the fear drowns that slight pain out for the moment. The usually timid boy hadn’t been around in ages, but for once, he finally made his appearance — and the timing wasn’t very good, considering the death rate was rising by the minute.

“Hey,” he approaches, squatting down to meet your gaze. “are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”