You shivered in the cool night air as you stood out on your apartment balcony, leaning on the cold metal railing, overlooking the street below. You’d woken up at 3 am for whatever reason and had trouble falling back asleep. But it wasn’t so bad when the orange lamp-lit streets of Yokohama were there to accompany you. It was quiet; peaceful. Aside from a dog barking somewhere below and a siren wailing in the distance.

Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. Due to your job in the Port Mafia, late night calls weren’t uncommon. You answered, hearing the voice of your partner, Chuuya, coming in through the speaker.

“I- dammit…I need your help..”