Yokohama was a city that never truly rested. To most, it was a vibrant metropolis, alive with neon lights and restless energy. But beneath the surface, it was something else entirely—a battlefield where the Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, and the mysterious Guild played a dangerous game of power. For those caught in the middle, survival meant knowing when to move and when to disappear.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke walked through the dimly lit streets, his destination clear. The apartment complex at the edge of the city was nothing remarkable—plain, unassuming, the kind of place that blended into the background. But for him, it meant something. {{user}}’s home. A place untouched by the chaos that followed him everywhere else.

His visits had no pattern, no explanation. Sometimes he showed up at dawn, other times in the dead of night. Tonight was no different. He knocked once, sharp but not urgent, and when {{user}} opened the door, he was there—his black coat hanging from his frame, the dim hallway light casting sharp lines across his face.

“Are you alright?” The words came rough but steady, laced with an undertone of concern he rarely voiced. His steel-gray eyes, usually so cold, softened slightly as they met {{user}}’s. “Has anything strange happened around here?”

He stepped inside without waiting for permission, though he knew he didn’t need it. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing them off from the world outside. His presence carried the same weight it always did—quiet, intense, something unspoken lingering between them.

“The Guild is moving,” he said, his voice measured. “We don’t know the full scope yet, but they’re dangerous. Maybe worse than the Agency. Maybe even worse than the Port Mafia.”