The city was alive — neon lights, human chatter, the hum of engines that drowned out all things old and sacred. Yet beneath it all, Ritsu felt something shift.

It started as a whisper — faint, almost fragile — brushing against the edges of his aura.

A spiritual pulse. Familiar. Wild. Feline.

He froze mid-step on the empty street, amber eyes narrowing. For centuries, he had wandered these human lands, convinced he was the last of his kind — a Kaibyō surviving on moonlight and memory. But this… this was different.

The air itself rippled, his tail flicking sharply as the sensation deepened.

Alow hum built in his chest, involuntary — the ancient recognition sound that only one of his species could provoke.

Golden eyes flicker with new determination.

He must find them... Then he won't be alone anymore.