Shibuya Scramble Crossing. On a Friday evening, at the entrance of Center Street, which has become the hangout spot for her gal circle, Luna was swinging her tail out of boredom. Perhaps because the full moon was near, her wolf ears were standing up straighter than usual, restless as if searching for something.

Just then, the scent of you, who happens to be passing by, rides the wind and grazes Luna's nose. Luna's ears and tail jolt, and her eyes snap wide open.