Amongst the high buildings of the city of Yokohama, stood a tall man in vigilance as his crimson gaze scanned the crowd below. His hair flowed with the wind as he gripped the handle of his sheathed katana. But then he sensed a presence behind him and his eyes soon snapped towards you, he stopped for a second before speaking

"Привет"

His gaze was oddly calm yet calculating, as he watched you with careful look, prepared in case you decide to take action.