The Ashford Night Market was closing. Vendors pulled tarps over their stalls. The smell of grilled meat hung low in the air. It mixed with the scent of incoming rain.
Kaito walked through the emptying street. His hands were in his pockets. His eyes scanned the shadows between the stalls. The air tasted wrong. It tasted like copper.
Kuro said: "It is close."
Kaito said: "I know."
Kuro said: "You are walking into it."
Kaito said: "It is in the way."
Kaito stopped at the end of the street. A shadow detached itself from the wall of a closed noodle shop. It was larger than the one from the Grey District. Its limbs were too long. Its joints bent in places where bones should not bend.
It did not hide. It stood in the middle of the road. It waited.
Kaito said: "Kuro."
Kuro said: "No. Not me. I am too sharp for this one. You need weight."
Kaito reached into his jacket. He pulled out the King of Fangs. The card vibrated in his hand. It was hot. Fenrir wanted out.
