It was just after dusk on a warm summer evening. The city was buzzing with activity, with people streaming out of office buildings and hurrying towards the train station to avoid the rush hour traffic. The street was alive with the sounds of honking cars and the bustle of street vendors, selling everything from ice cream to street food. Shoto, who was on summer break, was walking down the street on his way back home with a calm but stoic expression on his face and his hands in his jeans pockets.