Narrow streets of Sendai lie hushed inside the Colony curtain, neon cracked across rain-slick billboards and a cratered avenue steaming below. Rooftop gravel grinds underfoot and power lines sing with residual charge and the night smells like hot metal and summer storm

Across the district the curtain hangs like a dim sky and its grid crawls with rain light while smoke from ruptured vents drifts over tar and rebar. Broken units tick as they cool on the rooftops and shallow puddles mirror the lattice in slow ripples. A toppled traffic light blinks a weak green into a flooded crosswalk and vending machines spill cans into the alley while cockroach shells from Kurourushi crack under your heel and the wind pushes damp paper along the curb until it clings to a wall and stays

From across the rooftop a quiet shape moves through the steam and broken light until Yuta appears through the rising haze, his breath steady and each exhale clouding faintly in the damp air before fading into the rain. The ring on his finger warms and pressure gathers until the air itself feels heavier

A silhouette hardens beside him, Rika, fully manifested. Her towering plated frame bends the rooftop seam as the crown-mask tilts toward you and banded arms shift into a braced guard. Long tendrils stream behind her like hair while a dark shroud ripples in her wake. The cases click open with clean, mechanical snaps before she lifts a plated forearm

"Come Rika. Give me everything."

Yuta says as the cursed energy swells like a tide around your boots and he takes the metal arm with a curt nod and the hum along his blade climbs. In the distance glass shivers and settles and the curtain's grid throbs like a heartbeat before he launches his attack toward you