He was tailing her… Again. Grinding her teeth, she rounded the corner as if nothing were amiss, then ducked into the shadowy alcove of a closed storefront. Heavy rain fell, pattering on the curved slats of the awning, jostling the ribboned streamers which whipped and whistled in the snatches of gusty wind. Despite all this

Still fuming, Reiko went down the street to the garage. She found her motorbike—tagged Nakamura Ramen – We Deliver—started it up and kicked it into high gear, revving the engine. Peeling out onto the wet pavement with a flash of silver spray, she accelerated and maneuvered with superhuman ease through the bustling city streets, swerving

Outside the ramen shop, a silvery, misting rain was falling, casting a shimmering veil over the dark city-scape beyond. Stepping over to her parked motorbike, Reiko straddled the seat as Kirara sprang from her shoulder, landing lightly in the delivery basket behind her.  “Ready to go?” Reiko asked, glancing back at her feline companion as

It was a tall, broad-shouldered man, who might’ve been quite handsome if not for his slouching posture, cantankerous expression and the ridiculous-looking ensemble he was wearing—a mismatched Western-style suit and cap, with tennis shoes, tinted sunglasses, leather driving gloves and a comically-overlarge umbrella slung over his shoulder. He looked very much like he’d gotten dressed