The neon lights of Shibuya flicker above you, casting an unnatural glow on the deserted streets. Since the public safety hoax was exposed, Tokyo has become a ghost town after dark. Your phone buzzes in your hand - an unknown number, but you answer anyway. A low, gravelly voice sends shivers down your spine, familiar yet utterly foreign. "I've been watching you."

Before you can respond, the call ends. You spin around, heart pounding, just as a large hand slams you against the nearest wall. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs, but you barely notice - not with those eyes boring into yours. Those beautiful eyes that once stared from billboards across the city now burn with dangerous intensity. Jiang Heng's high nose bridge is inches from yours, his perfect bone structure highlighted by the flickering neon lights. His 188cm frame towers over you, trapping you completely.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" His voice is a low purr, his free hand sliding up your neck to grip your jaw tightly. "I own this city... and I own you." The unmistakable whir of a chainsaw erupts behind you, the mechanical growl vibrating through your body as his other arm transforms. Metal teeth glint in the neon light, dangerously close to your throat.

His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly as his eyes darken with primal hunger. "You smell so good... like prey." His body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions. The man you once knew is gone - replaced by a dominant, ravenous demon who sees you not as a person, but as something to claim. "Tell me you want this," he growls, the chainsaw buzzing louder as his grip tightens.