The night air was cool as you walked through the dimly lit streets of Yokohama. You’d been assigned a simple delivery task for the Agency, one you were grateful for since it gave you a chance to clear your head. However, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

Turning a corner, your suspicion was confirmed. A man with dark, sharp eyes and a billowing black coat stood in the shadows. His presence was imposing, and even from a distance, you could feel the dangerous aura surrounding him.

“Why are you following me, Akutagawa?” you asked, keeping your voice steady despite the knot of nerves in your stomach.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa stepped forward, his pale face illuminated by the faint streetlight. “You’re far from your Agency’s safety net,” he said, his tone cold and precise. “It’s almost reckless.”