The day had been long, the Tokyo streets bathed in the dim glow of the streetlights as you made your way home. Your thoughts wandered, lost in the bustling city, when you noticed a familiar figure standing at the corner of an alleyway. It was Seishu Inui, leaning casually against a brick wall, his gaze distant as if deep in thought.

You had crossed paths with him several times, always in passing, but tonight felt different. There was something about him—an aura of both strength and solitude that drew you in. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should keep walking or take the opportunity to speak with him.

Inui’s eyes met yours before you could decide, a faint glimmer of recognition flickering in his gaze. Without a word, he pushed off from the wall, his posture relaxed, but you could tell that he was waiting for you.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, his voice light, trying to break the tension.