Ryuen strolled through the streets of the city, the cold night air cooling every nerve in his body.
The faint glow of the streetlights cast long shadows across the road, offering a clear view of the empty streets.
He had his hands in the coat pocket Daiki had given him, but his mind was still a mess, especially after Kaori's confession.
"Morally gray..." he muttered to himself, the words echoing in his head.
She had no idea how right and wrong she was.
The Masked Crusader was the epitome of moral ambiguity, standing between the lines that defined a villain and a hero.
But more on the villain side.
And yet, hearing that she liked a few good things about him.
Completely unaware of who he actually was—sent a very uncomfortable chill down his spine.
His sister having a crush on him was already traumatizing.
Talk more about the scenarios she might have created in her head.
