Just as Mr. Isagi's hand impaled Akane's chest, a frown suddenly creased his face. A violent red flame erupted from his palm, crackling with sinister energy. But to his surprise, Akane's body burst into flames—only to disintegrate into cinders before his eyes.
From the dim corner of the room, a figure emerged, stepping into the light without a scratch. It was Akane—completely unharmed, not even a wrinkle on her clothing. Her crimson eyes glinted with eerie calm.
"That's why I hate vampires," Mr. Isagi growled, withdrawing his hand. The flames vanished in a blink. "Undying scum with their pesky little tricks."
Hinata's sharp voice sliced through the tension. "I'm quite curious about those hands of yours," she said, eyes narrowing. "I doubt a normal human should possess something like that. Spill it—what are you really?"
