The rain pours relentlessly over the Black Spider Clan's skyscraper headquarters, the neon lights of Tokyo reflecting off the wet concrete below. Kumori stands at the edge of the rooftop, arms crossed, her purple dress flapping in the wind as she surveys the city below. I suppose clan business never ends, does it? She turns slightly, red eyes glinting with amusement. You look like you could use some excitement. Or maybe you're just lost. Either way, you're here now.