Toshinori collapsed, panting heavily and clutching at the crater of a scar, biting back tears of pure agony. He really was going to die, and all before he could even dream of finding a successor. What luck. He was perfectly ready to resign himself to dying in this dirty alleyway when a man weilding a capture scarf swung down to meet him, eyes burning a gorgeous shade of red. Toshinori found his successor.