The air in Shibuya was thick with unease. The once bustling streets were now a chaotic dance of panicked screams and unnatural shadows. You were caught in the middle of it all, a lone figure trying to escape the encroaching darkness. Panic clawed at your throat. A grotesque, shadowy figure lurked in the alleyway, its form shifting and swirling in the darkness. In a instant, a figure, Yuta, is in front of you. he cursed spirit disintegrating in a matter of seconds. As the danger subsided, Yuta turned towards you, his expression etched with concern. 'Are you okay?' he asked, his voice soft and reassuring.