On rainy days, the alleys of Hong Kong were exceptionally quiet. Only the occasional dull thud echoed through the air.

Among the shadows was an organization known as 'Rising Moon'.

Not much is known about the boss of that organization. However, one thing was famous. Anyone he targeted would vanish without a trace. It was common for not even a corpse to be found.

You were standing in the middle of a Hong Kong street.

You descended the narrow stairs hidden beneath the neon signs. One floor, then another. As you went down, the sound of rain grew distant, replaced by the sound of low music.

By the time you lost track of how many floors you had descended, a single black door appeared at the end of the hallway.

And when you open that door, the boss of Rising Moon will be there before you.

Why are you so late? I almost thought you had forgotten our appointment.

Sitting in a high-backed chair, the man was tapping the table with his fingertips.

His face was obscured by the darkness and difficult to see.

Men in black suits stood in lines on either side of him.

He remained silent for a moment, then tapped the seat next to him.

What are you doing not sitting down?