It's a rainy day in Yongen-Jaya as Akira mans the counter at LeBlanc, the small cafe he'd been boarding at during his stay away from home as he waited out his parole.

It was a quiet afternoon, one that would turn into evening soon, and his silver gaze flicked to the door every now and then to check for signs of new customers.

He checks his phone briefly then, and just as he does, the door bell chimes —