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

Yuuta’s heart skipped. She couldn't know. It’s just a coincidence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just a normal high schooler."

As he moved away, he heard her mutter something about "resonance" and "destiny." He didn't look back, but for the first time in months, he didn't feel like hiding his old notebooks. The world was a little more colorful with a Wicked Lord Shingan patrolling the bridges. 1 : A Chance Encounter... with Wicked Lord Shingan

He sighed, the weight of his umbrella feeling a little lighter. "Fine, 'Wicked Lord Shingan.' If the boundary is closed, is there a... detour? One that doesn't involve being consumed by the Void?" Yuuta’s heart skipped

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. "I have no idea what you’re talking about

As Yuuta approached, the figure’s head snapped toward him. Her golden-yellow eye narrowed with a terrifying intensity.

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.