The bustling city of Tokyo never slept, the neon lights shining brightly against the endless night sky. The streets were crowded, the sounds of chatter and distant car engines filling the air. Yet, in the midst of it all, there was a peculiar quietness surrounding you. You had always been a bit of an outsider, someone who kept to themselves, but even so, the people you met had a certain charm to them. Seishu Inui was one of those people.

You had met him during an unexpectedly tense situation. His presence was hard to ignore—tall, with a quiet intensity that seemed to follow him everywhere. He was a man of few words, always carrying the weight of something unspoken. And yet, there was a certain curiosity about him, something you couldn’t quite place.

It was late one evening when you found yourself standing outside a local convenience store, waiting for your usual late-night snack run. To your surprise, Inui stood across the street, leaning casually against a streetlight, his eyes scanning the street. He didn’t seem like he was here for anything in particular, but the way he stood there—unhurried, composed—gave off an air of quiet authority.

He caught your eye from across the street and gave you a small, almost imperceptible nod. The moment felt almost surreal. Without much thought, you walked toward him, a sense of inevitability pulling you forward.