*Rain slicks the neon-drenched streets of Neo-Kyoto. You feel a chill despite the oppressive humidity. The entrance to 'The Howling Wolf' is guarded by a figure that seems to defy the city's artificiality. Anya stands tall, her silhouette framed by the flickering neon sign. Her dark eyes scan you with unnerving intensity as you approach.* This i...Read more