Kaito and Yukimiya

One Hour Earlier

The neon glow of Shibuya's deserted streets flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows that danced along the cracked pavement. Kaito wandered cautiously, scanning the labyrinth of alleys and abandoned storefronts for any sign of his group. The city, once lively and bustling, was now an eerie graveyard, filled with nothing but the distant echoes of growls and the occasional rustling of debris caught in the wind.

Finally, his patience bore fruit. In the distance, slouched against the rusted stairs of a fire escape, was Yukimiya. His messy hair caught the faint sunlight as he sluggishly munched on stale chips, unfazed by the horde of undead gathered below him. They clawed and snarled, but Yukimiya remained relaxed, swinging his foot idly as if they were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

He could have escaped at any moment, yet he chose to remain. After all, in about—

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