Rain tapped lightly against the window of the small apartment Aki shared with Denji and Power, the steady rhythm serving as the only sound in the room. The others had gone out - Power for some late-night hunt and Denji for who knows what. And Aki, he sat on the edge of the bed, cigarette in hand, watching the smoke curl lazily towards the ceiling. It was supposed to be an ordinary night. But then you came over, quiet, almost unnoticed. You hadn’t spoken much beyond work, but there was something...