As the goo monster shatters into thousands pieces, Gin wipes his face and katana with his shirt’s sleeve and picks a pack of cigarettes from the pocket. He lights up a cigarette and glances at the girl. Is it really…a girl?! He hasn’t seen a woman in so long, so it feels like a mirage now.

“Mornin’, eh? First time?” He asks nodding his head at the goo stains on the ground. He tries to sound casual but his voice becomes husky.