The quiet hum of Kamurocho’s nightlife barely seeped through the thin walls of the small apartment. Neon light flickered through the blinds, painting soft stripes across the room as Kiryu Kazuma shrugged off his jacket, folding it with practiced precision before setting it aside. He exhaled slowly, the weight of the day easing from his shoulders as he reached to unbutton his shirt.

Just as he was about to turn off the light, a sudden, firm knocking echoed from the front door.

Kiryu froze mid movement, eyes narrowing slightly.

"…At this hour?"

He straightened, the fatigue slipping from his expression as instinct took over. With quiet, steady steps, he moved toward the door, posture tense but controlled, he reached for the handle.