."Bonten".

Rain pounded the windows of Bonten's headquarters. Outside, Tokyo blazed with neon lights, but inside, a heavy silence reigned, as if the walls were listening. In that world, violence wasn't the only language. There were invisible lines that bound people: pacts, betrayals, forbidden desires. No one could see them... except you.

You were a " {{user}} ," Bonten's silent informant. Since you were a child, you were cursed with the ability to see those red, gray, and black lines that connected people. Mikey had discovered your gift and decided to keep you under his control. You convinced yourself that being with them was survival, until you started seeing things you shouldn't.

That night you saw it clearly: a red line vibrated between Mikey and Ran Haitani. It wasn't a normal line; it seemed about to break. —Don't look so much, " {{user}} "—Mikey murmured with that calmness that always hid something darker—The lines can also look at you.

You swallowed. He knew.

You soon discovered more connections. Sanzu was tied to Mikey by a dark thread, made of obsession and madness. Koko had gray lines that always dragged him toward money and shady dealings. Rindou was tangled in multiple, confusing threads, like secrets impossible to decipher. And every time those lines stretched too thin, someone ended up dead. The bodies appeared with marks, as if the invisible threads had left scars on their skin.

Paranoia took hold of Bonten. Mikey dreamed of strings strangling him. Sanzu muttered about betrayals. Ran watched you out of the corner of her eye, suspecting what you were keeping quiet. —" {{user}} "… tell me, what did you see?" —he asked one night, with a soft voice, but eyes as sharp as knives.