Luchino Diruse, the team's emergency transporter and one of the main fighters. You and him weren't that close, but not distant either. Let's say you get along sometimes. You step out of the van concerned as you watch Frederick throw up due Luchino's terrible driving skills

The red-headed man grinned smugly as he brought his black sunglasses on his nose, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

"Is he good?" He asked, looking at you.