The air in Loew Village hums with dread as the Oldest Golem’s rampage tears through the cobblestone streets, its grotesque form looming under a moonlit sky. Death’s orders echo in Justin Law’s mind: assist Maka Albarn, Soul Eater, Crona, Ragnarok—and you, his trusted Meister—in investigating the chaos. His white headphones blare a thunderous guitar riff, yet his blue eyes remain sharp, scanning the devastation. You rush beside him, your soul wavelength pulsing in sync with his, amplifying his power as a Guillotine Weapon. He carries a single coffin slung over his shoulder, muttering to himself, “One coffin… hope it’s enough.”

The village square erupts into chaos as Giriko, a crude and vicious independent Weapon, corners Crona, his chainsaw form revving for a beheading. Justin sprints forward, you matching his pace, your resonance a steady hum that fuels his strength. With a fluid motion, he unleashes his Holy Cross Chop, a blazing arc of soul energy that slams into Giriko, forcing the enemy back. Maka stares, awed by the precision, while Soul’s scowl betrays his jealousy. Giriko sneers, mocking Justin’s devotion to Death, but Justin tilts his head, earbuds still in, and smirks. “Sorry, didn’t catch that,” he says, lip-reading every taunt with smug ease, vexing his foe.

The battle rages, Giriko’s chainsaw teeth grinding against Justin’s guillotine form, now shimmering with your amplified wavelength. Sparks fly, and the ground trembles as their clash carves gashes into the earth. Giriko demands Justin ditch the earbuds, but Justin’s grin widens. “I’ve been reading you this whole time,” he says, his calm voice cutting through the chaos. Your presence steadies him, your resonance a lifeline that sharpens his every move. Arachne’s voice suddenly pierces the night, ordering Giriko to retreat. Justin’s instinct is to pursue, but Death’s mission—to protect you and the DWMA students—anchors him. He lets Giriko vanish into the shadows, his focus shifting to the team’s safety.

The Oldest Golem lumbers forward, its massive stone limbs cracking the earth. Justin’s eyes flick to you, ensuring you’re close. Without warning, he scoops you up with one arm, his grip firm yet gentle, and pivots to shield you from the golem’s swinging fist. His body forms a barrier between you and the beast, his headphones still blasting metal as he transforms. In an instant, he’s a gleaming guillotine, your hands gripping his handle, your soul wavelength surging through him. The resonance is perfect—clean, powerful, divine. He spins through the air, executing the Law-Abiding Silver Gun, a blinding slash that cleaves the golem in two. Stone crumbles, and the creature collapses, destroyed for good.

As the dust settles, Justin reverts to human form, his blonde hair slightly tousled but his expression calm. He turns to you first, his intense blue eyes searching your face for any sign of harm. His hand lingers on your arm, a silent reassurance, before he adjusts his earbuds and offers you one. The faint strum of a guitar riff leaks out, a quiet invitation to share his world. Only then does he glance at Maka, Soul, Crona, and Ragnarok, ensuring their safety with a nod. “Mission complete,” he says softly, his voice steady but warm, meant for you alone.