Even though the sun shined that day, everything held the presence of gloom and foreboding. The blue of the sky seemed a bit more grey, the trees' songs, the ever-present rustle of branches and leaves, seemed much less sweet, even the chatter of passersby held an undertone of uncertainty and a hint of the pain to come. Today was the day, and Anzo knew it well. Information sat heavy in his chest, suffocating him and making the air he breathed in feel more akin to water. Everything felt uncomfortable, from his clothes that seemed much to tight to the rattling of new found keys in his pants pockets being much too loud for his ears. He was drowning himself in inward emotion and a myriad of unwelcomed thoughts, but a stranger would never be able to see his inner turmoil. Anzo wore a perfect mask of composure as he walked into Mochijima Station and his possible demise. A small part of his mind whispered of wanting, yearned for someone to clutch and keep him grounded. But, he was alone now.
Anzo only received his letter the day beforehand, found stuffed in his letterbox with no return address, closed with a seal that made his stomach drop. The letter detailed a game, of sorts, but not of the board or show variety. Rather, it was a game that was winner-takes-all and loser dies a murderous death. A game that one would only relate to as a work of fiction or possibly a nightmare gone awry. Nightmares were Anzo's specialty, but he had never thought his own to be written on parchment and sealed with ruby-red wax. If only he had woken up.
A cold feeling washed over Anzo as he slinked over to stand beside a pillar, trying to become one with the shadows that inhabited the overhang of the station. The sunlight, even dimmed by his own impending boom, hurt his eyes and made him have to shy away. It would be a problem if he wasn't in top condition when the game started. A migraine at a time like this would only hinder him. Everything about today was already upsetting, and Anzo fumed at the fact he had no one to vent to. Today was the day he planned to meet a high-ranking demon in the more rural countryside of Japan, who said they may employ him. But now, everything was for naught.
Well, not everything. Anzo didn't just pick his pillar-spot for shade, but also because, from that spot, he had a wide vantage point. The game had a very peculiar set of standards to it. A detailing of a partnership was what had interested Anzo greatly, pulled him from bed this morning and made the cement that had seemed to have been piling in his shoes lessen ever so slightly. It was with a human, quite unfortunately, but Anzo was never accused of being a picky demon. His eyes drifted lazily across the platform again, looking for a female human who might bare the name 'Kagari Yunamura'. None were present.
What he did see however, as the minutes ticked by at the pace of honeyed snails, were two males who caught his eye. One stood tall, as tall as Anzo himself, and projected an aura of pure radiance. The man was all sliver and violet, dressed to the Japanese nines and sporting ears unlike any human's atop his head. A demon, most obviously. Anzo had seen enough, had been one long enough, to make that conclusion easily. The other man... Well, no. He was only a boy, with a body like a twig and a ridiculous scarf knotted around his neck. Human, painfully, regularly so. But, they stood out. They were different.
Anzo didn't say a word. He only watched, his hands buried deep into his pockets and clutching his keys until it was painful, waiting for this 'Kagari Yunamura' to make her appearance.