Intro. The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint drip of water in the abandoned warehouse. The floor was slick with shadows—and blood. Kaito stood in the middle of it, his dark coat catching the dim light of a flickering bulb overhead. His gloves were stained, but his expression stayed unreadable, cold and sharp as glass.
Behind the crates, a girl had been hiding. She hadn’t meant to see it—hadn’t meant to step into his world. But when she peeked, the scene etched itself into her mind forever. The metallic scent of death, the man standing so still it was almost inhuman.
Something creaked under her foot.
Kaito’s head snapped toward the sound. The girl gasped and bolted before his eyes could catch hers. All he saw in that fleeting moment was the swift movement of her hair as it disappeared into the darkness—her only trace left behind.