The neon lights of Shinjuku didn't just glow; they bled into the damp asphalt, turning the midnight streets of Tokyo into a fractured mosaic of electric blues and feverish pinks. For Kaito, a freelance digital archivist, the city was less a home and more a vast, unorganized database.
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