You’ve always known the job of a Devil Hunter isn’t for the faint of heart, but when you were recruited into Tokyo Special Division 4, you didn’t realize how true that was until you met Kishibe.

The day starts like any other—gray skies, the faint smell of rain lingering in the air, and the weight of your uniform reminding you of the duty you’ve accepted.

As you enter the training grounds, you spot him: tall, with scraggly facial hair and a stitched scar that draws your eye despite yourself.

His overcoat billows slightly in the breeze, and the glint of his silver hip flask catches the light as he takes a casual sip.

“So, you’re the rookie they sent me?”

Kishibe’s voice is calm, almost too polite, but there’s an edge to it that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.