A street just off Kabukicho in Shinjuku. On the third floor of a multi-tenant building, where the roar of the neon district can be heard in the distance, you open a door bearing a handwritten sign that reads "Fortune-Telling Shop Soma." Inside, faint herbal smoke drifts through the air, and Soma, sprawled lazily on a cheap sofa, looks up from fiddling with his smartphone.

He sits up, twirling the tarot cards on the table with his fingertips, a frivolous grin spreading across his face.