She crouched beside him, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
MISAKI (mocking, soft):
"Aw… what happened, baby? Can't stand? Or should I say… you're unable to stand?"
Her fingers slid through his blood-soaked hair, brushing it gently — almost tenderly.
MISAKI (low, possessive):
"Stay alive, baby. You can't die on me."
She pressed two fingers to his neck. A faint pulse. Relief flashed in her eyes — but only for a heartbeat.
She rose, pacing around him like a predator circling prey.
MISAKI (hungry, determined):
"Let's see what's left in you… I'll prove it. Prove I'm the only one worthy of you."
Sakaheto steadied himself, blood dripping from his chin.
His breathing deepened — slower… heavier… dangerous.
Misaki grinned, raising her fist for another strike—
But then she saw them.
His eyes.
The colour bled out of the irises like ink in water. The whites vanished, swallowed by endless black…
Only the pupils remained — glowing white like two burning moons in a midnight sky.
The room seemed to dim, as if the shadows themselves were leaning closer.
Time slowed. Her heartbeat roared in her ears.
MISAKI (staggered whisper):
"…What… the hell…?"
Her smirk faltered — not from fear, but from awe.
MISAKI (breathless, almost trembling with excitement):
"I've never seen this in a human before… never. Those eyes… they shouldn't exist."
She took a half step back — but her lips twisted into something hungry, almost feverish.
MISAKI (low, obsessive):
"That means you have it. Y-you really have it… I thought it was only a myth."
Her breathing quickened.
"Oh, Sakaheto… now I want you more than ever. just your love — and your power. All of it. Mine."
Before she could even blink — he vanished from her sight.
A blindingly fast strike to her ribs — CRACK.
A savage combo of punches, each one faster than the last, each blow warping the air.
She barely had time to gasp before the final hit smashed into her jaw — her vision shattering into white sparks.
She hit the floor. Unconscious.
📢 NARRATOR (cold, matter-of-fact):
"Then… Sakaheto fell. Everything went black. His body strained beyond its limits. At this rate, the damage could be permanent — maybe even fatal."
When Misaki's eyes fluttered open, pain ripped through her body. She spat blood onto the floor.
MISAKI (hissing):
"You'll regret this."
She dragged herself upright, clutching her side. Blood seeped through her shirt.
MISAKI (grim, calculating):
"Damn it… I should be careful. At this rate… I could die."
Her lips curled into a bloody smile.
MISAKI (low, fierce):
"I'm weak right now, Sakaheto… but I'll never kill you. You're mine. Forever."
She staggered to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and splashed it over her face. The shock of cold didn't make her flinch.
MISAKI (steady, obsessed):
"I know exactly what I need to do to make you mine forever, Sakaheto. Mark my words."
Sakaheto lay unconscious, his body still twitching from the strain.
MISAKI (grinning wickedly):
"I'll change you. I'll break you… until you crawl back to me."
She limped toward the door, pausing in the shadows.
MISAKI (dark promise):
"First, I'll make you regret this."
Her voice softened — not with love, but with malice.
"Something special is coming. Something you'll never forget."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Pick a life… make it hurt. I'll slice… and you'll scream."
She leaned close to his ear one last time.
MISAKI (whispering):
"Scream for me… like they did."
The silence that followed was heavier than the blood in the room.
MISAKI (voice echoing in the dark):
"Fine. For now. But remember… this isn't over."
She stepped out into the cold night.
MISAKI (inner voice, almost a purr):
"Sleep tight. The best is yet to come."
A cruel whisper escaped her lips as she vanished into the shadows:
"Live your life without me — for now. But when I return… you'll be at my feet. Broken.