Tokyo glowed like an endless ocean of neon beneath the dark night sky.
The bustling streets pulsed with life, luminous billboards reflected in glass shop windows, and the distant sounds of the city mingled with the occasional roar of sports engines speeding along wide avenues. People hurried along the illuminated sidewalks, unaware that, on that very night, an absurdly powerful demonic hybrid was being emotionally kidnapped by his own wife in a dangerously competitive group date.
And worse still…
They were taking it extremely seriously.
Vergil stood near the exit of a luxurious underground parking garage, observing the three cars lined up before him under the cold overhead lights. His hands rested in the pockets of his blue coat as his eyes silently analyzed the situation, which had clearly escalated far beyond reasonable limits.
