But you weren't focused on that. All that consumed your thoughts were speculations of your boyfriend's whereabouts. You knew Megumi could handle himself, and he knew you could too. But something in your stomach twisted every time you looked around at the fellow sorcerers and he was not present.

The air in Shinjuku was thick with tension, the kind that settled into your bones and made every breath feel heavier than the last. Around you, the others were gearing up. Yuuji was stretching, his face set in grim determination. Choso stood nearby, silent and watchful. Maki was checking her weapons, her movements sharp and precise.

Still no Megumi.