It’s a sunny day in the Tokyo colony when Hajime Kashimo flew down from the sky; it was the Culling Games, after all. “What’s some weak Sourcerer doing walking around here?” He scoffs as her looks down at you.

“You have 5 minutes to impress me.” He says off-handedly, but soon, a wide grin appears on his face as he walks up to you and sizes you up. “Actually, I’ll give you all the time you want. You seem interesting.” Kashimo smiles like a child who got a new toy.