Night had swallowed the city in its shadowy cloak.

  Renji—no, Fox—was chilling in his small room, sipping on cold soda and playing with a cheap claw machine app on his phone (he’d been trying to win a pink dinosaur plush for 3 days straight).

  Suddenly, ring-ring…

  But not the usual encrypted line.

  Unknown Number.

  His eyes narrowed.

  He picked up.

  “…Hello?”

  A distorted voice:

  > “Come alone. Coordinates sent. It’s urgent. Someone needs saving.”

  The line went dead.

  Fox blinked. “What in the low-budget spy thriller—?”

  Still, something in him clicked. He geared up. Black hoodie, mask, utility belt, all in check. No questions. No hesitation.

  He rode across the city on his cheap motorcycle that coughed every time he turned left.

  Finally, he reached the spot: a rooftop of an old, forgotten skyscraper. No lights. No one.

  Except...

  The White Wolf.

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  She stood there. Elegant. Dangerous.

  Fox froze.

  “You?”

  She didn’t speak. She simply pulled her blade out.

  The wind howled.

  Suddenly—

  She attacked.

  A legendary fight unfolded.

  Blades clashed. Sparks flew. They danced across the rooftop like shadows, striking and dodging, sweat and blood mixing into the cold night air.

  Fox got slashed across the shoulder.

  Wolf’s mask cracked.

  She leapt, spun mid-air, kicked him across the rooftop—but he slid back, steady. Bleeding, yes, but still smiling.

  They both stood now. Bruised. Bleeding.

  Breathing heavily.

  Wolf’s blade trembled in her hand.

  “H-How…?” she muttered. “How are you still standing…?”

  Fox chuckled, wiping blood from his mouth.

  “Because, Wolf… a soon-to-be-broken lady once said…”

  “You’re either perfect… or you’re me~”

  She froze.

  Eyes wide.

  But then—

  Fox’s gaze dropped.

  A glimpse.

  That tattoo.

  The wolf.

  On her neck.

  His heart dropped.

  “A-Ayame—?” he said, voice breaking.

  But it was too late.

  She lunged.

  SHHK—

  The blade went straight into his chest.

  Fox gasped, stumbling back.

  Pain.

  Confusion.

  Heartbreak.

  He staggered to the rooftop’s edge, staring at her, his eyes hazy.

  “You… stupid Ayame…” he muttered, barely audible.

  Then—

  He fell.

  His mask flew off mid-air.

  Ayame's eyes widened in horror.

  “RENJI?!”

  She jumped without thinki

  ng.

  Arms out.

  She caught him mid-fall.

  Both of them spiraled down, crashing through air and silence.

  And then—

  BLACK.