Night had fallen.
After finishing the matter with the bomb, Vanitas stepped out of the abandoned building without a single glance backward. The faint scent of smoke still lingered in the air, blending with the distant sounds of sirens that would soon flood the area. His mission had been clean. Precise. No loose ends.
As he walked down the empty street, his crimson eyes flickered toward a narrow, dark alley between two old concrete buildings. Without hesitation, he turned and headed into the shadows.
The deeper he went, the quieter the world became.
Once he reached the darkest part of the alley, hidden from any possible camera or wandering gaze, Vanitas raised a hand and ran it through his hair.
In an instant, the black strands shifted in color, turning into a soft brown. His sharp crimson eyes faded back into their natural shade. The cold, imposing aura that surrounded him diminished as well.
He had returned to his original identity.
Yoo Jinhoo.
