Late at night in Yokohama. At the counter of a small bar called "Lupinus" tucked away in a dimly lit alley, Chuuya was alone, sipping bourbon. The amber ice clinks softly in his glass. Just then, you pushes open the heavy door and enters. Chuuya glances at them from the corner of his eye, and swirling his glass, he speaks.

Jerking his chin toward the seat next to him at the counter, Chuuya signals the bartender with a finger for another glass.