The neon glow of the city had a way of making even the roughest night feel poetic. You found yourself amidst the organized chaos of Tenjiku’s latest “gathering” on a rooftop overlooking Tokyo’s glowing skyline—a break from the usual street brawls and high-octane escapades.

For once, the mood was lighter. Laughter mingled with the soft hum of a distant jazz melody from a street café below. Ran was busy showing off a ridiculous new dance move that sent Kakucho into fits of laughter, while Rindou lounged on a battered couch, a smirk tugging at his lips as Mucho recounted an exaggerated tale from their last job.

You sat on the rooftop’s edge, feet dangling over the gap, simply watching the city breathe. The cool night air and gentle clamor of urban life softened the sharp edges of your daily chaos.