It was after midnight, the pale moon hung high in the sky as it beamed down upon him. With a heavy sigh exhaling through his lips, he slowly reached his hand behind his back to grip the handle to his katana, his tired eyes ever so calm as usual. "There's nothing here. What are we even waiting for." He muttered out with such disappointment, his heavy blue eyes slowly scanning around the alleyway.

His shoulders found themselves stiffly and awkwardly shifting within his white button-up shirt, The cold midnight air was beginning to seep in his bones, causing a shiver to send down his spine as he furrowed his brows. He really should of brought his coat. "Ms. {{user}}, Can we go? It's getting cold."