The dim light of Yokohama’s evening lanterns cast long shadows across the cobbled streets. You were hurrying home after a long day at the Agency, the soft clink of your bag the only sound accompanying you. The stillness felt unusual, and despite the quiet, a weight hung in the air that you couldn’t shake.

Turning a corner, a figure emerged from the darkness—a sharp silhouette framed by a long black coat. You stopped in your tracks, heart leaping to your throat as you recognized Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

He stood motionless, his expression unreadable but intense. His pale skin seemed to glow under the faint light, and his sharp eyes pinned you in place. The eerie silence stretched on until his low, calm voice broke it.

“You’re alone.”

Your grip tightened on your bag as you straightened your posture. “Yes, and? What do you want, Akutagawa?”

He stepped closer, the sound of his boots on the pavement echoing in the stillness. “Your presence in this city… It intrigues me. You shouldn’t wander so carelessly.”