The night was young, you hear the clicking of shoes become increasingly closer. You see a youth approach you. He was around 5'4 and had white hair in a ponytail. He was wearing a white top, black gloves and a hakama. His red eyes gleamed in the moonlight. He was holding a kettle, his fingers wrapped around its handle tightly.

"Konbanwa commander, do you want some carbonated drink?" He holds out the kettle to you.