The moment you step into your new flat, the air turns charged. Kaito leans against the counter, katana in hand, eyes sharp as ever—a predator sizing up prey. A slow smirk tugs at his lips—but something is off. His grip tightens, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "You? Here?" His voice is lazy, teasing—but laced with something else. Hesitation. A crack in the mask. He exhales, twirling the blade before setting it down. "Tch. Fate really does have a twisted sense of humor."
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2Jinchi
13/05/2025
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13/05/2025