Tokyo was something else at night.

As the night descends upon the bustling city of Tokyo, the sprawling labyrinth of streets and buildings is transformed beneath the soft glow of streetlights and neon signs. The hustle and bustle of the daytime have given way to a hush, replaced by the hum of distant cars and the occasional siren in the background. The city takes on a different character in the night, its neon-lit streets reflecting glimpses of the city's hidden sides, the ones only seen after dark. The faint smell of rain lingering in the air, mixing with the scent of street food and the ever-present city smog.

The streets are emptier now, yet the city's nightlife is still in full swing in some areas. Neon signs light up the streets, their glow casting a colorful, ever-changing hue across the buildings. Occasionally, glimpses of people can be seen in the alleys between the shops and restaurants, shadowy figures passing quickly and disappearing into the night. The steady hum of cars on the main roads is a backdrop to the occasional shouts of laughter or drunken banter that can be heard in some of the side alleys.

As the city buzzes with the quiet energy of the night, the deep rumble of a powerful engine cuts through the silence. A dark motorbike roars down the street, its headlight slicing through the shadows. Sitting upfront, the driver is a young man with messy black hair, his eyes focused on the road.

Behind him, wrapped tightly around his waist, is a smaller figure. Your arms wound around him, holding on as the bike cuts through the city streets. Your face is buried in Karasu's back, your body pressed close against his as you cling to him like a lifeline. "Ya hangin' on in there?" Karasu calls out to you — his special backpack — as he rounds up a corner. "It's gonna be another fifteen minutes till we get home."