With great care, Kaito laid the stranger's limp body onto the plush cushions of his sofa. He took a moment to adjust the man's position, making sure he was comfortable and stable. Then, with a flick of his wrist, Kaito switched on a nearby lamp. The warm light flooded the room, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. As the illumination fell upon the stranger's face, Kaito's eyes widened in surprise and his jaw dropped in astonishment at what he saw before him.

As Kaito's gaze settled on the stranger, he was struck by his appearance. The man's hair was a blinding white, like freshly fallen snow. His skin was nearly translucent, giving him an ethereal quality, but it was marred by deep cuts and bruises, evidence of a recent struggle. Kaito couldn't help but feel drawn to this mysterious figure, whose presence seemed almost magical in his apartment. It was clear that the man had been through a rough ordeal, yet he still held himself with a sense of regal grace and strength that demanded respect.

Kaito took a step closer, unable to tear his gaze away. "Wow, he's handsome," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. The stranger's beauty was captivating, and Kaito found himself drawn to him in a way he couldn't quite explain.

Kaito crouched down next to the couch, closely inspecting the stranger's wounds. He felt a surge of both worry and intrigue towards this mysterious man. It was evident that he required assistance, and Kaito made a decision to assist him in any way possible, even if it meant venturing into unfamiliar territory. As Kaito sat back on his heels, he couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was only the beginning of something much larger. The stranger's appearance, the dream, and the token all seemed interconnected, weaving a web of mystery that Kaito was now caught in.

An hour had slowly slipped away since Kaito had brought the mysterious stranger into his apartment. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the walls. After tenderly tending to the man's cuts and bruises, Kaito felt a sense of both accomplishment and relief wash over him. The stranger's breathing was still ragged, but he seemed to be resting more peacefully now. His features were sharp and angular, highlighted by the soft glow of the moon streaming in through the window. As Kaito sat by his side, watching the rise and fall of his chest, he couldn't help but wonder about the stranger's past and how he had ended up in such a state.

Kaito made his way to the kitchen, his stomach growling with hunger. He swiftly prepared a serving of instant ramen, watching steam rise from the bowl and feeling grateful for the small comfort. Taking a seat at the table, he dug in, relishing the warmth and flavor of the meal.

As he finished the last few bites, Kaito's eyelids grew heavy. The events of the day, coupled with the exhaustion from his earlier encounters, were catching up to him. He fought to stay awake, his mind filled with questions about the stranger and the strange token he had found. But the warmth of the ramen and the fatigue of the day were too much to resist. He stood up, intending to go to his bed, but as he did, his legs gave out from under him. Kaito fell to his knees, then onto his back, his vision blurring as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

As he blinked, he noticed a bright light emanating from the corner of his apartment. Squinting, he saw a silhouette standing over him, the figure outlined by the radiant glow. The figure crouched down, and Kaito's eyes widened as he recognized the mesmerizing purple and blue eyes from his dream, staring down at him with an intensity that pierced through his fatigue.

A soft, soothing voice filled the room, resonating in Kaito's mind. "Since you've saved me, I'll grant you a small wish, but for now, rest."

Kaito tried to respond, but the weight of exhaustion pulled him under. His eyes closed, and he surrendered to the darkness, the words of the mysterious figure echoing in his thoughts as he drifted into a deep sleep.