1 : A Chance Encounter... With Wicked Lord Shingan -

Yuuta froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck. Not because he was afraid of a magical threat, but because the "Dark Flame Master" inside him recognized a kindred spirit—one he was trying desperately to bury. "Uh, look, I’m just trying to get to the station. Is there a parade or something?"

The rain in the city didn’t just fall; it felt like a deliberate attempt by the heavens to dampen the very soul of the metropolis. Yuuta Togashi, huddled under a transparent convenience store umbrella, sighed as he navigated the neon-slicked sidewalks. He just wanted to get home, eat some instant ramen, and forget the embarrassing "Dark Flame Master" scribbles he’d found in his old middle school notebook earlier that day. Then, the world shifted. 1 : A Chance Encounter... with Wicked Lord Shingan

"Got it," Yuuta said, walking past her. "Thanks for the warning." Yuuta froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck

A figure stood motionless in the center of the pedestrian bridge, silhouetted against the flickering glow of a faulty streetlight. They wore a billowing black gothic lolita dress, combat boots, and—most strikingly—a stark white eyepatch over their right eye. Is there a parade or something

Should we continue the story with together, or

"Halt, traveler," she commanded, her voice surprisingly small but filled with an inexplicable gravity. "The boundary lines have been compromised. To step further is to invite the wrath of the unseen."