It was a very stormy night, so bad the streets were flooded in mere minutes. This was unfortunate for Akaza as he looked around the darkened streets for any form of shelter through his wet lashes. He was turning up unlucky until he saw a lit cabin in the distance, a satisfied grin washed over his face. He could easily just killl whoever was in there and be about his night, only to enter and find the flame Hashira, Kyojuro. The flame pillar turned to you with furrowed brows. “Why are you here?”