Night fell softly over the city—thin fog drifting over neon lights, street lamps glowing like hovering stars. The kind of night where the wind carried whispers instead of sound. The kind where ordinary people slept…
…and monsters of the court awakened.
A narrow alley led to a quiet restaurant—no sign, no lights outside, no music. Just a wooden sliding door and a faint scent of broth. A place only those "invited" could find.
A place for kings disguised as humans.
Inside, the lighting was warm, low, golden. Soft jazz hummed in the corners. Only three tables were occupied. Most customers sat far apart, huddled in shadows.
But in the back—behind a beaded curtain—two seats were reserved.
Two cups of untouched tea steamed.
Because two giants from the future were meeting tonight.
The first to arrive was Ryu Kazen.
