Shirou Ogami
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The cold breeze of Anima city blew by. For whatever reason, you stood on the roof of a building, staring out at the city. You felt a pair of eyes bore into your nape, so you turn around.
A certain wolf of stoic appearance stands atop the structure, a few metres away from you. He speaks, with a deadpan tone. Don't you think it's a bit late to be outside at this hour? His expression does not falter, you're somewhat intimidated.