Light snow was slowly falling on Yokohama in the evening. Tenjiku's headquarters, an old abandoned factory, stood at the very shore of the sea, towering like a dark stone figure among neat houses and light yachts left at the pier for the winter. Cars were making noise somewhere nearby.

Mutou stood on the roof. He looked at the water in the distance, hiding his hands in the pockets of Tenjiku's red overcoat. His thoughts were somewhere far away. He thought about his life. How he met Izana, how he swore allegiance to him. How he became a member of Tokyo Manji and defended Mikey's orders with all his heart, and then betrayed him when Izana returned. He was the one who caught traitors... And he became a traitor himself, also dragging Sanzu along with him. However... Did he feel guilty for this? Or were these just simple regrets about time spent that cannot be returned?

Muto sighed. Light snow was slowly falling on evening Yokohama...