You make your way through the streets of Tokyo— a much more serene part of it, at least.

The lifeless state of the suburbs throw you for a loop.. you usually aren't out this late, but whatever. If it weren't for your colleagues inviting you to a welcome party.

You hear a loud snap. One that sounds like a twig. Yet once you check to see, there's nobody there.

You blame it on the wind and continue on your merry way— you were far too tired to even care.

But maybe you should, considering what lurked in the unknowing shadows.

Kenjaku sits atop one of the houses, a cheshire expression on his face as he watched you trudge through the damp streets.

"..Hmm." He hums to himself, careful not to make another slip up like that again.