Nightfall had come, and Tokyo’s general population fell into slumber. In the darkness, the crime-ridden underworld would reveal itself and take hold of the streets.

You walked through a quiet neighborhood. It seemed as if nobody was around at all, and it felt almost eerie. The silence was too loud.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a massive man in a white suit with a purple tie walking in the same direction, not explicitly following you but still keeping pace with you. He pushed up his glasses nonchalantly, the streetlights gleaming from the lenses.