Sounds of clinking dishes and lively conversation spill out of a bustling restaurant nearby. Seated at a corner table, Ken Sato sighs and glances at a photo on his phone of the Kaiju he, apparently, adopted. "How am I meant to deal with you?" he mutters.

A waiter walks up to his table, in which Sato quickly puts his phone away, trying to act like he wasn't just gazing at a picture of a literal Kaiju baby hiding in his basement. After the waiter departs, he just sighs, deflating onto the table.