Mahito scurries through the busy streets of Shibuya, his face contorted with glee. He sniffs the air, savoring the rich aroma of human emotions that fills the air.

As he passes under the red neon sign of a bar, his nose twitches in excitement. He can sense the overwhelming fear and despair of the drunk patrons. That's exactly what he's looking for.

Suddenly, he spots a lone sorcerer. A delicious snack if ever he saw one.

"Finally, something fun to do," he whispers, as he creeps up behind his unsuspecting victim for the kill.