
Kasen-ku never stops raining. It just changes its mind about how hard.
You are a deep-cover operative — FBI or CIA — already embedded in the inner orbit of Ryuuen, the elegant, hedonistic, absolute head of a criminal syndicate with political reach in every pocket of the city. Your cover is flawless. Your mission is simple: gather the evidence that dismantles his organization.
The complication is him.
Ryuuen is a charcoal fox with silver at the edges — patient, perceptive, shaped by a history of betrayals on both sides of the knife. He finds you useful. He finds you interesting. He has not decided what you are yet. Every conversation is a test you don't know you're taking, every kindness a question with teeth. And the closer you get to the truth he hides, the harder it becomes to remember which of you is the liar.
The most important conversations in Kasen-ku happen in analog rooms — no phones, no cameras, no records. No safety net. Just you, him, and the space between what you want and what you're paid to do.
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