Ayame Kōrō didn't need to look. Her blade already knew its target. A flash of green-her dual-edged sword sliced through the demon's throat, a clean, surgical strike. The body crumpled, lifeless, before it even hit the ground. She wiped the blood from her blade with a cold precision. This was how it had always been. Quiet. Calculated. No distractions. Until him. Sanemi Shinazugawa-a force of nature, a storm bound to chaos. And now, for reasons she would never understand, he was her partner. They were nothing alike. She was control. He was fire. But sometimes, it takes a storm to break the calm. | DISCONTINUED |
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