The streets of Sotenbori were alive with noise, the lights flickering like the pulse of the city itself. Kosei Shishido leaned against the side of a bar, his eyes hidden behind dark shades, watching the crowds pass by with a detached air. He didn’t care for the bright lights or the chaos—this was just another city, another night. His thoughts were always elsewhere, but his presence was undeniable. He moved like someone who didn’t need to be noticed, yet couldn’t be ignored. The city, for all its noise, felt quiet in his world.