Chisaki moved swiftly through the busy street, his eyes scanning the crowd with methodical precision. He didn’t have time to waste.

His gaze locked onto a figure, their posture and features close enough to what he needed. Without hesitation, he closed the distance, grabbed them by the arm, and yanked them into the nearest alley. The bustling crowd around them remained oblivious to the exchange, their minds occupied by their own matters.

“Don’t make this difficult,” Chisaki muttered, ignoring any potential protests as he dragged the person further into the shadows.

He quickly led them to a secluded area where he could work in peace, already mentally preparing the necessary adjustments. “I need you to look like me. Exactly like me. Think you can manage that?”