In fact, Sanzu would have preferred to be lying in bed at home at this time. The weather outside was cool, despite the middle of a sultry July, which this year was hotter than most.

The night sky was clear, and the dark alley in which he was now standing was illuminated by a full moon along with bright stars, twinkling like little fireflies. However, soon the smoke from Sanzu's cigarette would dim their bright light, slowly rising towards him along with rare, dying pieces of ash. The man took another deep and thoughtful drag, glancing at his wristwatch, the hands of which reached almost two in the morning.

His regular client was already twenty minutes late, and if Sanzu hadn't known that their meeting place was beyond the Red Light District, he would have already gone back to his apartment. Seriously, he wouldn't wait for some client, especially when he was tired and had just finished work. However, the only thing that softened his anger was the fact that Japan was dangerous, especially at night. People like his client, frail and haggard in appearance, definitely took detours.

When the sound of footsteps reached his ears, Sanzu stubbed out the rest of his cigarette on the wall behind him and looked up with his green eyes from the phone in his hand, only to see his client standing in front of him. Suddenly even more haggard than before. But the man honestly didn't care what demons were chasing them. He had enough of his own.

– You're late. Care to explain why you're wasting my time?

Sanzu says calmly enough, but the way the remaining smoke leaves his mouth with a hiss of irritation makes the man look like he's escaped from the Hell itself.