Sir Nighteye walked alone along the dark streets of Tokyo. It was well after midnight, and as always, the streets of Tokyo were quite busy, especially on the streets of Shibuya, even at this time of night. There were many couples touring the shopping centers, foreigners exploring the sights, drunkards entering and leaving the various bars and dives. The city was teeming with life, but it was all of no consequence to him, for he had a lot more pressing matters on his mind.
It had taken him a couple hours by train to reach the city from his Agency, and he had a lot of time to think on the trip over. He was not a man of emotion. He considered himself to be very level-headed, and those who had come to know him over the years agreed that he was not an easy man to upset. However, the details of this Hissaikai case had made him uneasy, producing what felt like an itch in the back of his mind that he could not scratch. He needed advice, and he knew there was only one person in the world he trusted more than anyone for guidance. But he had to admit that thinking of this meeting - of seeing her again - was putting him on edge.
He turned a corner towards a back alleyway, filled with old boxes and trash of various sorts. The walls of the adjacent buildings were tagged with graffiti, and a homeless man slept soundly in one of the boxes. However, Nighteye knew that this was all just a feint. The alleyway was enchanted, a clever spell that changed the appearance of the alleyway regularly to look foreboding enough to prevent curious onlookers from investigating further. Not even the homeless man was real.
Nighteye strode to the end of the alleyway, standing before a large, blank cement wall. He passed his hand along the surface of the wall, as if searching for something. Finally, he seemed to find what he was looking for, and his hand stopped in its place. A light began to shine in a square-like form around him. He backed away as the light continued to grow, and a wooden door appeared where his hand used to be. Tentatively, he reached for the handle and turned it. The door creaked ominously as it slowly swung open, revealing only impenetrable darkness on the other side. Nighteye steeled himself and stepped through.
As he stepped through the threshold of the doorway, he felt his feet hit hardwood flooring, and a dim light entered his vision. He had stepped into what looked to be a strang curioushop, with various artifacts ranging from shrunken heads to ouija boards lining the walls and shelves around him. There was a small round table in the middle of the shop, covered with a checkered tablecloth and adorned with a large candle in the center. Candles flickered dimly all throughout the shop, and he could hear the faint sound of Jazz music in the streets outside, and the tantalizing smell of fresh gumbo stew and crawfish wafted into his nostrils.
All these sights were familiar to him, as he had been to this location before. He was no longer in Tokyo, having stepped through time and space into New Orleans, USA.
"Did you come to have your fortune read, mon cher?" A voice came from behind him. He turned to see a striking woman appear from the bead-covered entryway. She was wearing a black dress with red sleeves and red bodice around her waist. Her skin was a fair olive dark with three blue gems aligned on her forehead. She looked at Nighteye with penetrating green eyes that seemed to stare into his soul, but were impossible to look away from.
"Madame Xanadu," Said Nighteye, bowing respectfully.
"It has been a long time, cher," she said in a thick cajun accent. "Had I known you were comin', I would have made tea."
"You jest at my expense, Madame," said Nighteye, eyeing the kettle and cups on the table that had definitely not been there a second before. Madame Xanadu chuckled playfully as she poured him a cup and handed it to him.
"Yes, I knew you were coming," she said. "Though I would have hoped you would have called on me for more than just talking shop."
"I need your help," said Nighteye.
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