The young Head of the Shie Hassaikai was sitting on a bench outside a little-known bar hidden within the confines of a dim, twisting alleyway. Upon hearing footsteps, he looked up from the phone he was typing on, his eyes narrowing as he tried to discern who was approaching from within the gloom ahead. "Who's this..?" he mumbled to himself, adjusting his mask slightly as he set his phone on the bench.