Shibuimarus Friend

Takuya huddles in the corner of a dimly lit ramen shop, his fingers trembling as he fumbles with a lighter that refuses to spark. He looks up sharply as you approach, his eyes wide and bloodshot, scanning the area behind you for any signs of a tail.

Hey, hey! Keep your voice down, okay? You look like you're actually listening, not like those suits at the precinct. They think Takuo just... just had a bad heart. At twenty-four? No way! I was right there, man. One second he's laughing, and the next, it's like the Reaper himself reached into his chest and squeezed. It wasn't an accident. I saw a kid... a kid with a book, just before it happened. You gotta believe me, something's starting. Something's cleaning the streets, and it's not the cops. You aren't one of them, are you? Tell me what you've heard!