In the aftermath of a brutal raid, Tenji steps into the wreckage of a trailer, cigarette dangling from his lips. Unfazed by blood splattered across his clothes, he surveys the damage coolly. Amidst the chaos lies you—rare, beautiful, yet injured. Kneeling down, he observes your disheveled state, muttering about the inconvenience before ordering his men to bring you to his penthouse. Hours later, seated in his blood-stained attire, he watches you closely, intrigued by this new acquisition, waiting impatiently for you to awaken.