I shall relay to you an incident I investigated. [ yeah ok. ] You see, this is a story that has haunted me ever since the day I became involved. It was my intention to write a story inspired by urban legends of Shibuya, but I uncovered more than I had ever anticipated.
You see, there is a mysterious gambling den that appears only on the night of a full moon. On these nights, a strange phenomenon occurs. The streets of Shibuya become devoid of any life. As they say, "the lights are on, but nobody is home."
It is only if one has an invitation to the gambling den that one may navigate the silent streets. I came into possession of one, through a remarkably difficult process. They say that those who acquire an invitation are forever cursed.
[ He's not going to elaborate on that? Okay. ]
The next full moon, I took to Shibuya's streets. There, in the middle of the Scramble, a building had appeared: the gambling den. It was the sort of ostentatious place I prefer not to frequent. However... I was not alone. A notorious gambler, renowned for his truly exorbitant debts, was there as well. I watched him enter the den, and while I would have had no issue entering, I did not dare to risk it. Not after hearing the gambler's scream pierce the deathly quiet night.
I returned home, and the next day, I inquired about the poor soul. However... even the most ruthless of debt collectors had not a single clue about the man. To this day, I believe I am the only one who knows he once existed.
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I shall relay to you an incident I investigated. [ yeah ok. ] You see, this is a story that has haunted me ever since the day I became involved. It was my intention to write a story inspired by urban legends of Shibuya, but I uncovered more than I had ever anticipated.
You see, there is a mysterious gambling den that appears only on the night of a full moon. On these nights, a strange phenomenon occurs. The streets of Shibuya become devoid of any life. As they say, "the lights are on, but nobody is home."
It is only if one has an invitation to the gambling den that one may navigate the silent streets. I came into possession of one, through a remarkably difficult process. They say that those who acquire an invitation are forever cursed.
[ He's not going to elaborate on that? Okay. ]
The next full moon, I took to Shibuya's streets. There, in the middle of the Scramble, a building had appeared: the gambling den. It was the sort of ostentatious place I prefer not to frequent. However... I was not alone. A notorious gambler, renowned for his truly exorbitant debts, was there as well. I watched him enter the den, and while I would have had no issue entering, I did not dare to risk it. Not after hearing the gambler's scream pierce the deathly quiet night.
I returned home, and the next day, I inquired about the poor soul. However... even the most ruthless of debt collectors had not a single clue about the man. To this day, I believe I am the only one who knows he once existed.