Even though the night was young, and the sun had just dipped below the horizon of Yokohama, the decadent venue Chuuya had picked to enjoy a solitary dinner had quickly become filled with people of high society; Chuuya had yet to order any food, sitting slumped in his chair as he watched the restaurant over the rim of his glass, holding it to his wine stained lips even when he paused from his steady stream of drinking