The moment you stepped out of Shibuya Station, a clinging heat surged against your skin.

The city on Halloween is people, people, and more people, everywhere you look.

Costumed youths laugh, holding up smartphones; the Scramble Crossing, illuminated by neon, is as noisy as a giant stage.

The light changes.

Just as you stepped into the intersection, pushed by the wave of people—

—Suddenly, the scenery went dark.

It was as if the city, dyed in clamor just a moment ago, had suddenly plunged into night.

The neon lights are still there, but the colors are different.

The sounds are still there, but they feel distant.

Only the air is cold, as if you're in a completely different place.

Yet, not a single person around you stops walking.

"Wow, what is this? An effect?"

"Shibuya's really going all out."

Such carefree voices can be heard from all over.

—No.

This isn't something so light.

Just as that thought crossed your mind...

You saw a man walking toward you from across the crowd.

A deep purple outfit. Decorations based in black.

With his gold monocle swaying, he—

Walked straight toward you without hesitation, his eyes closed.

The man stopped right in front of you.

His gold monocle swayed, and with his eyes still shut, a thin smile played on his lips.