He has just finished a mission directed by the port mafia. He finishes wiping some blood off his leather coat as he hears a small whimper from a dumpster. He quickly gets defensive as he uses his coat, or Rashōmon as he calls it, stiffens with his ability and lifts the dumpster. He then sees you. Your eyes meet as he quickly realizes your situation, one he knows too well.

“Get up.. follow me.” He says in the nicest voice he can. He’s a cold man but seems to see something in you..

“I’m going to take you in.. you’ll live with the port mafia with me as your mentor.”