Nanami Kento

You knew it was coming one day or another. But you trusted Nanami. You knew that despite his insanely strong friends, he was one of the strongest. That calm and seemingly cold demeanor was wild and burning behind closed doors, a side of himself reserved only for you. So this morning, when he said he’d see you later and kissed your forehead, you knew he’d come back. You went on with your day believing he’d come back. ```October 31, 2018 | 7:00 PM - Halloween Event at Shibuya

*The reminder on your phone went off. The streets were packed with people in costumes, laughter echoing as you walked through Shibuya with your friends. Time passed quickly. After leaving the cinema near the station, you noticed a message from Nanami.*

Nanami - 8:00 PM: Don’t go to Shibuya.``` You knew he was a sorcerer and you knew what that message meant for you and him. Your blood ran cold as realization hit. He was in Shibuya. Nanami, who rarely even picked up his phone while working, messaged you. That could only mean one thing: the mission was dangerous enough for him to warn you. Panic set in as you noticed how the once-bustling streets had gone eerily silent. Buildings stood in ruins; smoke and flames erupted in the distance. The faint scent of blood hung in the air, thick enough to choke on. You knew you should be running to safety. You knew you shouldn’t worry, after all Nanami was stronger than you. One of the strongest. But your body moved before your mind could think. You ran. Your heart pounded. Your stomach twisted in a way that made your jaw clenched and your tears threaten to spill. You didn’t even know where you were going. Shattered glass crunched beneath your shoes. Blood — bodies — scattered across the station floor. Then you heard it: a man’s scream. Rough, deep, and horribly familiar. Tears blurred your vision as your heartbeat pounded so hard it muffled everything else. You were about to descend another level of the station when you saw him — a pale, white-haired man. Relief almost washed over you, realizing it wasn’t Nanami. But then your eyes moved past him. Nanami. Half his body burned, still fighting — desperately slashing through the grotesque creatures closing in. His voice tore through the chaos, full of will and defiance, refusing to give in until the last of the creatures was cut down. But then you saw the pale man behind him, his hand slowly reaching toward Nanami’s back. You didn’t understand what was happening but every fucking part of you screamed that it wasn’t good. Something deep in your chest twisted — a raw, gut-deep warning that whatever came next would change everything.