"Cassius will kill you the moment he sees you," Elise warned as they approached a nondescript building in the backstreets of Shinjuku. "And this time, I won't be able to bring you back."
Tokyo's morning light struggled to penetrate the narrow alleyway where they stood. Steam rose from vents in the pavement, mingling with the neon glow of signs advertising establishments that never seemed to close. Despite the early hour, the street pulsed with energy—both human and otherwise.
Atlas's jaw tightened. "He can try."
"This is the place?" Sarah asked, eyeing the building with skepticism. Its unmarked metal door stood in stark contrast to the flashing lights and elaborate entrances surrounding it.
Elise nodded. "Underground fighting rings don't advertise in tourist guides."
Hannah crossed he
