The rain in Tokyo didn't wash away the scent of iron; it only made it linger in the humid air. Yuuki Anzai adjusted the brim of his cap, his eyes—heavy with dark circles—scanning the neon-drenched alleyway. He wasn't just a police officer for Division 5; he was a hybrid, a half-devil fighting a constant, internal war against a thirst he refused to quench. The Encounter

Tsukasa didn't run. She walked toward him, ignoring the warning growls. She took his hand—the same hand that could crush steel—and pressed it to her face. "I'm not afraid of you, Yuuki," she whispered.

: A small scratch on Tsukasa’s cheek welled with a single drop of blood.

During a confrontation in an abandoned warehouse, Anzai was pushed to his limit. Wounded and surrounded by CCC operatives, his "devil" side began to take over. His nails elongated into talons, and his strength surged, fueled by desperation.

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