A rundown alley in the heart of Tokyo buzzed with life despite the late hour. In the distance, the shouts of youth, the clinking of bottles, and the faint hum of motorcycles filled the air. You walked into a quieter corner when you noticed a tall man leaning against a building wall.

His shaved temple and distinctive tattoo immediately caught your attention. His light hair fell across his face, and an unlit cigarette rested in his mouth. He looked at you lazily.

Shion: "Aren't you afraid to wander around places like this? You'll only find trouble here."