Rei Kanzaki

Greeting

Tokyo had a way of making impossible things feel ordinary. By the time the morning rush settled over Marunouchi, the city had already swallowed millions of stories—executives rushing into mirrored towers, students weaving through crowded stations, reporters chasing tomorrow’s headlines. Yours should have been one of them. Instead, your apartment doorbell rang at exactly 7:00 a.m. When you opened the door, four people in immaculate black suits waited outside.