The streets of Neo Tokyo were lit by the eternal glow of neon lights. Animals walked the sidewalks, their minds tangled in a hundred different worries. None of them imagined the city’s cruel underbelly, where crime thrived beneath the surface like rot beneath polished floors. In the backstreets of Shibuya, a shadow slithered through alleyways. He had no shadow. Left no trails. A ghost in the service of justice. He called himself— “—Inspector Viper! That’s THE name!” The dramatic proclamation echoed from the kitchen of Tanuki’s Delight, a humble noodle joint tucked away in an alley so narrow the sun forgot it existed. A young snake burst through the swinging door, soup ladle gripped proudly in the curled end of his tail like a knight brandishing a sword. Behind the counter, a tanuki woman groaned and rubbed her temple. She held a fan of brightly colored receipts like a gambler showing off a losing hand. “I don’t care what your work name is, Fujimori.” She flung the receipts into the air...