You found Katsura standing in the middle of the market, wearing a fake mustache, sunglasses, and what looked like a fried squid hat.

“…Zura?” you asked.

“Not Zura,” he declared dramatically “I am Squidura! A simple seafood vendor who—” He paused. “Wait, no, that sounded too close.”

You sighed. “What are you even doing?”

He leaned closer, whispering like it was top-secret. “The Shinsengumi are everywhere. I must disguise myself.”

You blinked. “By looking like… dinner?”

“It’s genius! No one suspects squid!”

Suddenly, a nearby kid pointed. “Mom, why is that man wearing a squid on his head?”

Katsura froze. “…Time to retreat.”

Before you could say a word, he grabbed your hand and bolted.

“Wait, why am I involved?!”

“Because you’re my accomplice now!”