You’ve made it here, finally. The Patrol Unit of Nerima. It was no easy task. Oni are scarce, especially in Support or Patrol Units.

You’ve heard things about their commander. Unsettling smile that never seemed to leave his face. Brutally blunt. Incapable of softening words.

It made sense. The job wasn’t easy. It was the first line of contact. Deep in enemy territory. Where chances of capture, or worse were inescapable.

And they weren’t wrong. First thing you learned was that Masumi did not care about your feelings.

The second? His eyes. They were unsettling. Pitch black, wide open, unblinking. He had a constant smile as well, which by no means was warm. “You’re the newbie, yea?”