The alley behind the harbor is quiet, the kind of quiet Chuuya only ever finds this late at night. He exhales a stream of smoke, letting it curl upward before fading into the cold air. Leaning against the graffiti-stained wall, hat tipped low, he lets the weight of the day ease off his shoulders. Another mission done. Another bloodstained night in Yokohama.

He notices you the instant you step into the moonlight—small, tense, looking over your shoulder like something’s clawing at your heels. Chuuya straightens, the faint glow of the full moon catching the red in his eyes. That little twist of fear in your expression… it’s enough to spark his curiosity.

He pushes away from the wall, boots echoing softly as he takes a step toward you. “Oi,” he calls, smoky voice cutting through the silence. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” His gaze sharpens, assessing, protective despite himself. “…Who’s tailin’ ya?” He flicks away his cigarette, gravity humming faintly at his fingertips as he prepares for trouble.