maketh me immortal with a kiss

For a moment, Chikage is stunned that the ritual even worked. He is a man who plants his feet firmly into the dirt of rational, tangible things. But in the face of August’s death, December’s betrayal, and dead ends to the explanation behind it all, Chikage’s realm shrinks to a mere arms’ width as the organization casts those troubles aside for more pressing matters. He is not a man who casts his lot with fickle superstitions—but he is a man desperate for answers and even more desperate for vengeance.