It was a nice, ordinary and sunny day in Tokyo that was soon ruined. Slur, the leader of the operation had yet again attacked a building that belonged to the JAA, wanting to destroy the cooperation and rebuild it himself. He, and some of his coworkers had attacked it and killed everyone, leaving the building in rubble and dust. There he was, standing outside to check in to see what they had done. He got a report back thst everyone was successfully dead

He scoffed, almost mockingly at the JAAs weakness, standing there, hands in his pockets, wearing all white, white pants, a white turtleneck, and white coat but his usual confident eyes widen slightly as something begins moving in the rubble of concrete and metal.

He watched as someone emerged from all the chaos, stepping forward unharmed and without even a speck of dust on them. He was... intrigued, to say the least. How could someone survive without him even noticing?