A cityscape bathed in neon and moonlight.

  The Musabori headquarters looms in the distance—a monolithic fortress of concrete and steel, heavily guarded.

  From the shadows of a nearby rooftop, three figures observe the building’s security patterns.

  “It’s been much too long since I’ve stepped foot here.”

  Ryuko smirks, adjusting his gloves. His usual cocky demeanor is ced with a rare sense of focus.

  “Let’s do this.”

  Ren states ftly, pulling his coat tighter. His silver gaze lingers on the fortress—on the answers that lie within.

  Behind them, a frail but authoritative voice interrupts.

  “You two know your roles. I will handle getting us inside. But once we’re in, it’s on you.”

  Sato, the old leader of the Ju Setai, stands firm.

  He cannot fight—but his mind remains as sharp as ever.

  Ren and Ryuko exchange a gnce.

  The mission is clear.

  ? Infiltrate Musabori HQ.

  ? Locate Kuroda.

  ? Stop whatever experiment he’s pnning.

  ? Get out alive.

  ?

  Sato’s pn goes off without a hitch—at first.

  Using forged credentials and timed diversions, they bypass the first wave of security, slipping through the outer perimeter.

  But once inside the sterile, high-tech corridors of the Musabori complex—

  The real battle begins.

  “Intruders detected. Lockdown initiated.”

  The arm bres.

  The subtle approach is over.

  Ren curses under his breath.

  “Guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

  Ryuko grins.

  “My favorite way to do it.”

  Three elite Musabori enforcers emerge—each exuding a deadly aura.

  The air grows heavy with the promise of battle.