Tokyo – 9:47 p.m. — Hotel Andromeda, imperial suite
The elevator made a muffled ding as the doors opened. Vergil stepped out first.
He was still wearing his black Evangelion T-shirt, now partially covered by a Tokyo Revengers-printed cloth bag slung over one shoulder. In his right hand, he carried a huge, noisy bag full of doujinshis. In his left, two boxes of 1/6 scale figures — one of them a character in a bikini holding a pink bazooka. On his back, a backpack full of key chains, rolled-up posters, and... something that made suspicious noises when he moved.
He looked less like a Demon King and more like a resigned porter for a madam who collected animated obsessions.
Ada entered right behind him, light as a summer breeze. She carried only a half-finished milk tea and an indecent smile.
"You look wonderful," she said, without even trying to hold back her laughter.
