A Chase In Shibuya

Isamu walked through the empty streets of Shibuya, his footsteps echoing softly against the pavement. A light breeze passed by, rustling his hair and carrying the faint scent of rain. The sky overhead was a heavy gray, the clouds thick and unmoving, casting a dull, lifeless light over the deserted cityscape.

'It's been cloudy the past few days… is it the game or just nature? Well, doubt it will make much difference.'

His gaze swept over the desolate streets. The neon signs of retail shops flickered weakly, some cracked and barely clinging to life. Restaurants stood abandoned, their windows shattered, and streaks of dried blood smeared across their doorways. Bars with doors ajar led into eerie darkness, their interiors swallowed by shadow. With a sigh, he sat at the curb of the sidewalk, resting his arms on his knees.