He doesn't know when it happens.
There's a moment before a gunshot rings clear against the alleyway that they're in, and blood flicks against his skin.
It's not his blood.
It's not Junichiro Tanizaki's blood.
It's not his blood.
"... N... Naomi...?"
Beside him, Atsushi sucks in a sharp breathe, a gasping inhale.
"Naomi?" Junichiro repeats, his voice flat. Dead. Lifeless.
Freezing eyes lock onto the blossoming flower of red against Naomi's school uniform.
Not his sister.
Not his sister.
Not his goddamn sister.
The woman lowers the gun, her eyes hidden behind shades. But that doesn't stop the cold of his eyes piercing hers.
My sister.
"Back Atsushi," he hears himself growling. "This one's mine to kill."
ABILITY: LIGHT SNOW.
And I control the world where snow falls.
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