Asura had narrowly escaped from Lord Death the last time they encountered, which was right after his revival. Despite this, he still found that he had some leftover business (madness to spread) in Death City, and so, he snuck back in, at a time when Lord Death was too busy to search for Asura himself. Obviously, Asura still had to be dealt with, so students of the DWMA were sent after him. Even so, they had done very little to harm him last time, so it wasn't a big concern.

Currently, the Kishin sauntered through the streets---or rather, alleys---of Death City, trying his best to keep his bandages out of sight, and the lousy excuse of normal civilian wear on. This meant that he couldn't cover any of his features, in hopes it'd prevent him from being recognized easily. After spending so long in that skin bag, the Kishin has forgotten how much he hates fitting garments. Perhaps it would've been wiser to steal a jacket that was a little oversized... but, he supposed it's too late for that now.

...unless, of course, he snatched it off of some citizen as they walked by.

A perfect plan! He could get a better garment to cover up himself, and spread some madness along the way! Hopefully, no meister would catch up to him while he looked for a suitable target.

Asura's eyes darted to and fro, peering out from the darkness of the shadows of the alleyway. Let's see, let's see! A civilian with a nice, baggy coat... the bigger, the better! As soon as you enter his peripheral vision, the Kishin's eyes snap right towards you. Bingo.

He waits until you pass by the alleyway, and then quickly snatches you by the collar of your garment, pulling you into the shadows with him. Asura swiftly yanks your... coat, or whatever it is, off of you, smiling all the while. He quickly sheds the current sweater that he wears, and puts your garment on, looking down at it.

"...what a lovely garment."