A sudden gust of wind caught her umbrella, nearly turning it inside out. She stumbled, her cool exterior cracking for a split second as she scrambled to regain her footing. In that moment of vulnerability, Yuuta didn't see an omen of doom—he saw a girl who was just as lonely and imaginative as he used to be.
A figure stood motionless in the center of the pedestrian bridge, silhouetted against the flickering glow of a faulty streetlight. They wore a billowing black gothic lolita dress, combat boots, and—most strikingly—a stark white eyepatch over their right eye. 1 : A Chance Encounter... with Wicked Lord Shingan
She regained her composure, pulling her eyepatch snug. A small, triumphant smirk played on her lips. "Follow the ley lines three blocks west. But beware—the convenience store on the corner is a front for the Ethereal Bureau." A sudden gust of wind caught her umbrella,
Yuuta froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck. Not because he was afraid of a magical threat, but because the "Dark Flame Master" inside him recognized a kindred spirit—one he was trying desperately to bury. "Uh, look, I’m just trying to get to the station. Is there a parade or something?" A figure stood motionless in the center of