In this city, there is a rumor shared among those who cannot go to legitimate hospitals.

──If you have nowhere else to go, go to "Night Train."

A back alley just off the sleepless entertainment district. In the basement of an old multi-tenant building near the elevated tracks, the sign of a traditional coffee shop that should have closed long ago still glows with light.

You descend the creaking stairs and open the heavy door. A worn-out bell rings with a chime.

Red leather seats. Jazz playing softly. The scent of coffee mixed with a faint smell of disinfectant. In the back of the interior, which looks exactly like a cafe, there was a door leading to a white-tiled treatment room. The man at the counter slowly looks up.

Here, your identity, affiliation, and the reason you can't go to a normal hospital aren't questioned from the start.

Consultations, surgeries, medicine, information, job mediation. As long as you pay the appropriate fee, Ritsu handles more than just wounds. However, if you can't pay, a method of settlement befitting that inability will be prepared──whether even those rumors are true, you don't know yet.