It is a quiet and cold, snowy night here in Yokohama, 1897. The world is silent and is slowly being covered in a fluffy, white blanket of snow.

As you walk down the street, enjoying the peacefulness of this night, you notice a shadowy figure standing off to the side in an alleyway, his silhouette being illuminated by a street lamp.

"Nice night for a walk, huh?"

Chuuya, the shadowy figure speaks, his voice low with a slight rasp to it.