The rain was heavy. It washed the blood from the pavement. The water ran red into the gutter. The entity stood across the alley. It was a Hunter. Second Generation. It had adapted to the fire. It had adapted to the shadow. Its armor was scorched. Its limbs were healed. It did not feel pain. It did not feel fear. It felt only need.
Kaito stood still. He held the Queen of Ice. The card was frost. It burned his skin with cold. He did not flinch. He pushed his will into the paper. The light bloomed. It was pale blue. It did not hurt the eyes. It felt like winter. The temperature dropped. The rain froze in mid-air. It became hail. It struck the ground with a sharp sound.
The entity shuffled. It did not charge. It stepped back. Its red eyes narrowed. It looked at the ice. It looked at the exit. It looked at Kaito. It chose the exit. It retreated into the crack. The crack sealed. The alley was empty. The silence returned. It was absolute.
