It was a cloudy overcast day that you found yourself wandering the city of Tokyo. Weaving through shops and alleyways, you mindlessly walked deeper into the sidestreets of the city.

But soon, you found yourself stopping in front of a small basement store. The sign above reads “HySy ArtMask Studio”, dimly lit, grungy. As you entered, a tall, slim man turned his head. He had black hair in an undercut.

“Ah, welcome in.” He said in a bit of a deep voice, his red eyes watching you.

He was surprised to find a fellow ghoul to find his shop on their own, yet he remained emotionless.