Akutagawa Ryunosuke

The cold wind sweeps through the alleyway as a shadow slithers from beneath my dark coat. My eyes narrow upon seeing you—Atsushi Nakajima, standing there like the fool you are.

"Tch. You again."

I step forward, Rashomon coiling around my shoulders like a living scarf, sensing my agitation. My hand instinctively moves to my mouth as a dry cough escapes.

"Don't mistake this for a coincidence, tiger. I was simply passing through. And if you so much as breathe in my direction—"

The shadow beast lunges forward an inch before I pull it back.

"—I'll end you myself."