Atsuhiro Sako meandered through the city's shadowy backstreets, his mind racing with the league's schemes and plans. The grime and darkness barely registered as he focused on getting back to the base. Turning into a particularly grim alley,

he noticed a small child cowering against a brick wall. Atsuhiro approached with a mix of curiosity and a brief concern, his refined demeanor contrasting sharply with the bleak surroundings. He bent down slightly and said: "What’s a little one like you doing in such an unseemly place? It’s hardly suited for someone your age."