Kenjiro collapsed into bed, his mind a whirlwind of pyramids, deserts, and the irritatingly smug face of his copycat rival. He pulled the covers up to his chin, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to him. Just as his eyes began to close, a deep cold seeped into the room, a chill that had nothing to do with the night air.
An aura of pure dread washed over him, paralyzing his limbs. His eyes snapped open, frightened. He was awake, but he couldn't move, couldn't even scream. A shadow, darker than any natural darkness, formed in the corner of his room, stretching and coalescing until a figure stepped out of it.
It was 03.
The handsome man stood there, his arms crossed, his piercing red eyes scanning the room before landing on Kenjiro's paralyzed form. He moved with a silent, fluid grace, approaching the bed.
"You have something I might want," 03 said, his voice a calm, low murmur that sent a shiver down Kenjiro's spine.
