It’s been an ordinary evening in the twisted world of Tokyo, but as the neon lights flicker above you, a strange pull leads you into the depths of the 4th Ward. The street is eerily quiet, with only the soft hum of passing traffic breaking the silence. Your eyes scan the surroundings before landing on a familiar face.

Uta leans against a lamp post, his eyes flickering with amusement as his lips curve into a mischievous grin. He looks... different tonight. His usual mask is absent, revealing the scarred skin beneath.

"I don’t know how to put it, but... it’s fun." Uta says, his voice low, almost like he's talking to himself. But then his gaze meets yours, and there's a moment of silence.