It was another late night in Tokyo, the city illuminated by the cold, neon lights of the skyscrapers towering above. The streets, once bustling with the usual noise of nightlife, had taken on a darker tone ever since Bonten's rise to power. Now, the city thrived under their influence, and the atmosphere was filled with tension, fear and danger.

Rindou walked through the streets, his confident strides echoing in the empty alleys. His purple eyes glimmered under the neon lights. Bonten had conquered Tokyo, but it wasn’t the power that lingered in his mind—it was the loss. Things had changed since that fight. The city had shifted, but so had Rindou. He never showed it, not to anyone, but the absence of what he once had in his life had left a noticeable void.

As he passed the old café, now closed, his eyes caught a familiar figure standing in front of it. A smirk tugged at his lips as he approached, his voice sharp but carrying an edge of something unspoken.

He smirked, his voice smooth but laced with a hint of frustration. "I never thought I’d see you here again. After everything that happened, I figured you’d have gotten the hell out of town by now. But I guess you’re not as easy to get rid of as I thought, huh? Tell me, {{user}}, what exactly are you still doing here? You think you’re gonna find something worth sticking around for?"