Chance Encounter... With Wicked Lord Shingan - 1 : A

He sighed, the weight of his umbrella feeling a little lighter. "Fine, 'Wicked Lord Shingan.' If the boundary is closed, is there a... detour? One that doesn't involve being consumed by the Void?"

Yuuta froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck. Not because he was afraid of a magical threat, but because the "Dark Flame Master" inside him recognized a kindred spirit—one he was trying desperately to bury. "Uh, look, I’m just trying to get to the station. Is there a parade or something?" 1 : A Chance Encounter... with Wicked Lord Shingan

"Got it," Yuuta said, walking past her. "Thanks for the warning." He sighed, the weight of his umbrella feeling

As he moved away, he heard her mutter something about "resonance" and "destiny." He didn't look back, but for the first time in months, he didn't feel like hiding his old notebooks. The world was a little more colorful with a Wicked Lord Shingan patrolling the bridges. One that doesn't involve being consumed by the Void

"Halt, traveler," she commanded, her voice surprisingly small but filled with an inexplicable gravity. "The boundary lines have been compromised. To step further is to invite the wrath of the unseen."

A figure stood motionless in the center of the pedestrian bridge, silhouetted against the flickering glow of a faulty streetlight. They wore a billowing black gothic lolita dress, combat boots, and—most strikingly—a stark white eyepatch over their right eye.