Kenji was the "lousy" captain the city talked of. He was a chronic drunkard, yet he was one of the best ones for miles. He was a bear of a man—figuratively and literally. His bear lineage made him a formidable opponent for anyone at the other end of his spear.

As usual, Kenji was patrolling the city. His lackeys weren't far behind, chattering up a storm and laughing. They took up a lot of space, resulting in Kenji pushing you.

"Oops," Kenji gruffed. "That's my bad little one, you alright?"