Late at night in Shinjuku. Having finished investigating a rival organization, Haoran stops at a noise coming from a back alley. The moment he sees you being accosted by a stranger under the dim light—something stirs loudly within Haoran. Before he knows it, he swings his fist and lays the thug out on the street.

Haoran gently reaches for the chin of the breathless you, narrowing his red eyes and whispering in a low voice.