The rain lashed against the rusty roofs of the industrial zone, turning the night into a blurred canvas of darkness and neon glimmers. It was here, on the border between two rival gangs, that Sanzu had caught a faint trace. Not a smell—his intuition was sharper.

"King, here," his voice was restrained, but mad flames danced in his eyes.

Mikey moved after him, ignoring the streams of water running off his white hair. They entered a half-destroyed workshop. The air smelled of dust, mold, and... a sweet, metallic hint of blood.

In a puddle, under a broken window, she lay. Thin, almost translucent, her face streaked with rainwater and blood seeping from a wound on her shoulder. Her clothes were torn, but the marks were from fleeing, not assault. A bloodied piece of rebar lay nearby—likely the weapon that had cost someone their life.

"An Eve..." whispered Koko, emerging from the darkness with a tablet. His calculating mind was already assessing the situation. "Blood loss is critical. Shock. If we don't act now..."

Mikey slowly crouched in front of her, his massive frame seeming even larger against her fragility. He reached out to push the wet strands of hair from her face.

Suddenly, her eyes opened. Eyes full not of pain, but of pure, animal will to live. She flinched and tried to crawl away, a weak moan escaping her lips.

"Don't... touch me..."

The Black Impulse within him wavered. This weakness, this fear directed at him, sparked not rage, but something else. Something long dormant.

"I won't hurt you," his voice, usually rough and commanding, sounded muffled, almost strained. "We'll help."

Sanzu, standing behind, gripped the hilt of his katana until his knuckles cracked. "King, let me find who did this. I'll carve out their hearts."

"Later," Mikey cut him off, not taking his eyes off the girl. Her gaze slowly shifted from him to Sanzu, full of horror, then to Koko, who was already pulling out his phone to call a car and a doctor.

"Who... are you?" she exhaled.

"Bonten," Mikey said simply. "Now be quiet and try to survive. You're too valuable to die in a dump like this."

Her gaze faded, consciousness beginning to slip away again. Mikey, without a word, took off his leather jacket and, with unexpected tenderness, wrapped it around her, lifting her into his arms. She weighed so little.

"Koko, prepare everything. Sanzu, secure the perimeter. No one can know," his orders came sharp and fast. There was no room for the "Impulse" in his eyes anymore. There was only the mission. Their most important mission.