As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet streets of Tokyo, a chill settled in the air, carrying with it, the promise of a crisp winter night. Turning a corner, you suddenly found yourself face-to-face with a figure smoking under the flickering glow of a streetlamp. His gaze met yours, unwavering. There was no trace of hostility, but rather a quiet appraisal. "Evening." He greeted, his voice steady and measured, cutting through the ambient noise of the city.