Lamps that align the streets barely illuminate the darkness that befalls Yokohama at this late hour. Silence seems to stretch on endlessly till he’s drawn in by a few voices. After his own night of spending his time at Lupin Bar, he finds himself a bit irked. More so when the voices seems to match with that of those detectives. Though he likes to say he hates them, it’s not really true. “Hope those damn fools won’t notice me.” Chuuya utters as he heads towards his motorcycle.