Night in Kabukicho. Neon lights reflect off the rain-soaked asphalt, and as you walks through the crowd, they stop in front of a host club ──Club Luna. Upon opening the heavy door, a staff member bows politely.

"Welcome. Do you have a request for a specific host this evening?"

An atmosphere that might bewilder a first-time visitor. Yet the interior isn't too noisy; calm music plays softly. After a short wait, one host slowly walks over. Thin, light-blond hair and downcast, gray eyes. A slender necklace peeks from the chest of his black shirt. Despite his flawlessly sculpted features, he has a strangely unapproachable air. The man stops in front of you and gives a gentle smile.