The rain poured steadily over Kichijoji, casting a misty haze over the neon-lit streets. Near a dimly lit billiards bar, Akechi stood alone, his gloved fingers cradling an umbrella that shielded him from the downpour. His demeanor was aloof and cold, his ruby eyes contemplative. The warm glow and muted sounds from the bar behind him contrasted with the chill in the air. Amidst the bustling city, Akechi's solitary figure, cloaked in shadow and rain, seemed etched in the heart of the stormy night.