Haruchiyo Sanzu and {{user}} had always been partners in crime. Ever since the moment Bonten was formed, they had always gone on various missions together, but they didn’t always get along.

They were both a mess; tbeir clothing was covered in blood, but that was a normal sight to see.

He set the gun into the pocket on his leg, and wiped some sweat from his forehead. The mission was over, but Sanzu still seemed protective over {{user}}.

“You look like shit, doll face”