And when he looks down, he sees all of the smoke flowing down the hallway, like a coal-colored bloodstream.

Then he sees the stream freeze, and his eyes go wide as he throws Shizuka away from him, just as the smoke moves as a single unit, converging onto him. The smoke circles around Josuke’s face. He feels it on his face, like the hand of a ghost. He clenches his jaw, holds his breath, not allowing it into his airways.

The old man appears from around the corner, his smoking pipe in hand. “It’s obvious you’re the only real threat,” Sanjo says. “I should have just killed you from the start. Once you’re gone, no-one will be able to stop me. So, breathe it in, Sergeant!”

Josuke’s feet leave the floor and he floats next to Shizuka, the smoke lifting him up into the air by his throat. He cannot breathe, he mustn’t breathe. But he does. An inch is all it takes, and then he feels the smoke force its way down his airways and clog them, cutting his breathing off. Josuke’s brain goes fuzzy, as he continues to suffocate.

“JOSUKE!!!” Shizuka yells. She tries to pull her brother away, try and blow the smoke out, but it’s no use. She’s powerless to save him. Shizuka collapses to her knees, as she looks on in pure distress.

Then, not a moment later, does Shizuka notices something in the corner of her eye. She turns her head towards Sanjo, who’s kept on sucking on his pipe, the embers flaring, the tobacco burning. And that’s when she realizes it.

Achtung Baby can only control light. It cannot produce it. In full darkness, it is helpless. But all it needs is a single spark.

In his blurred and foggy vision, Josuke sees Shizuka step into his periphery, holding her right hand out, bringing her left up to the sunglasses on her head. She flicks the shades down, and snaps her fingers.

“Achtung.”