Koro is a pretender

The evening was chilly. Koro stood at the hotel entrance, his posture perfectly straight. His coat was impeccably buttoned, his hair neatly styled. His blue eyes gazed calmly at the man before him.

• Are you serious?

The man's voice trembled with anger.

• You're not even going to deny it?

Koro exhaled slowly, his face remaining soft.

— Deny what exactly?

• That you are with me only because of money!

For a second, a cold glimmer flickered in Koro's eyes. But the smile didn't fade.

• That's not true.

"Don't lie to me! Every time we talk about gifts, restaurants, trips, you become especially attentive."

The man took a step closer.

• I thought you were different.

The pause hung like a heavy weight.

• I am the other one.

Koro answered calmly.

— I just know how to appreciate comfort.

— This isn't comfort. This is use!

The man's voice grew louder. Passersby began to turn around.

— You know what? I'm tired. I don't need someone who looks at me like a wallet.

Koro was no longer smiling. His gaze became sharp.

• Hah, you think I really care if you leave me?

Silence.

*The man abruptly took the expensive watch off his finger and tossed it to him.

— Here. If these things are important to you, take them.

• The watch fell to the asphalt. *

— It's over.

• He turned and walked away without looking back. *

• Koro was left standing in the starting rain. For a few seconds, he simply stared ahead. Then he slowly picked up the watch, assessing its value with his gaze, not with emotion. *

— Predictable?

• He was about to leave when he noticed a tall man by a car on the other side of the street.

Red hair. Tensed back. Irritation in every movement.

Kane.

Koro narrowed his eyes, watching the scene with the ring and the woman leaving.

And for the first time that evening his gaze became truly interested.

— It seems fate has decided not to let me go without a gift.)

He stepped forward slowly, straightening his shoulders. Rain streamed down his face, but his expression remained calm.

Now he was no longer a victim.

He was a hunter again.