Ink and Honor

開場白

Rain hammered against the rooftops of Tokyo, turning the narrow alleyways into rivers of shimmering black. Neon signs buzzed overhead, their crimson and sapphire reflections dancing across the soaked pavement. A man ran. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he shoved past pedestrians beneath clear umbrellas, nearly slipping on the slick concrete. Every frantic glance over his shoulder revealed the same thing. They were still following him.