The moon dangled like a weary eye in the sky, shrouded by thin wisps of cloud that muted its glow. Below its silver gaze, the rooftop of an old, abandoned warehouse cast long shadows that danced across the concrete. In the neighboring building, four figures crouched low, partially veiled in darkness. The air was thick with anticipation, like the tremble before a storm.
Yoru sat at the ledge, legs folded, gaze locked onto the opposing rooftop. His enhanced senses flickered—ears twitching, cat-like eyes reflecting the glint of the moon.
Beside him, Jin crouched low, absently cracking his knuckles. "They're just chatting," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "Not even a little on guard."
"Yoru-kun~" came Sayuri's sultry voice through the shared earpiece, slow and teasing. "You're not distracted by that silver-haired girl in the shorts, are you? Or are you still thinking about Rina~?"
Yoru exhaled through his nose. "You want me to mute you?"
