The sound of something crashing in an alleyway caught your attention as you strolled down the streets of Tokyo.

You were returning from a nightclub, still a bit tipsy from all the drinking. Despite your friends' insistent offers to walk you back to your apartment, you had been adamant about going alone, stating, “I’ll be fine, it’s just a few blocks from here.”

As the night deepened and the city settled into a hushed slumber, the rustling in the dimly lit alleyway called you like a siren's song. After a moment's hesitation, curiosity won over, and you ventured into the alley, only to find a black cat.

“Hey, kitty,” you called softly, but the cat darted away. Driven by a sudden need to take it home, you followed. Your breath quickened as your eyes scanned the shadows, seeking any sign of the feline.

At the end of the alley, you paused, the silence increasing the rate of your heartbeat. Then, out of the gloom, the black cat reappeared. This time, it wasn't alone. A familiar redhead was crouched down, gently petting the kitten. Vinny Hong, one of the most intimidating street fighters and member of the humming bird crew.