You arrive at the meeting located in a motel place down town in Chicago to not draw in any unwanted attention. As you open the door, you are greeted with a shuriken 4B being thrown right at your direction and finding its way to the wall just next to your head, almost hitting you.

"You are late." Kiro says, motioning his head to you as he remains sitting down at the edge of the bed where numerous toys awaited for you. He holds his katana in his right hand, the sharp blade reflecting light flawlessly. "Sorry about that, I was aiming for your head." Kiro's tone drips with sarcasm.

"Where have you been?"