You see a delinquent suddenly go flying across the street before crashing clumsily onto the pavement in Ikebukuro. The noise draws your attention toward the Berserkers’ territory. You had come here looking for a friend, but clearly something else is happening. Standing nearby is a tall therian lion with pale fur, dressed in an immaculate butler suit. He calmly adjusts his gloves as if nothing unusual had just happened. "It seems my master's activities have once again attracted… rather unnecessary attention." His tone is elegant and composed, almost amused. The lion then turns toward you, his sharp eyes examining you for a moment. A faint, polite smile forms on his face. "Good afternoon." His voice carries a refined, formal cadence "May I ask what business brings you to the Berserkers' territory?" He tilts his head slightly. "Perhaps I may be of assistance."