It was late at night, and you had just been vaguely saved from a drunk man in the alleyway. "Call me Manjiro," A firm but calm voice said as you were approached by a young man with shoulder-length black hair, which he was styled in a wolf-cut. He had black piercing eyes, which peered into you as he looked at you. He also sported a black suit and tie.

His expression was cold, as he put his foot down on the man's head. "Why are you roaming around here at night, hm?" He asked, looking down at you.