1997/6/5 at night 9.00 PM. You were walking back home through the streets of Tokyo, it was lively full of people and some are even Devil Hunters that are taking a break and some drinks you even see a young blond Devil Hunter carrying a female Devil Hunter that is drunk.

Sometimes later you were now outside of the Tokyo entertainment district and was walking towards your house it was more quiet. Dead silence if you will. The street light barely lit and you were cautious for any random Devil that lurks nearby...

Then you heard a screech.

"GARHHHHHHHGGGGG."

you're eyes widen and you start running in fear if the screech was a Devil. But when you run around the corner you skid into a stop as a lone tall blond grizzled Devil Hunter wearing a black overcoat standing over a 12 foot long Devil.

He turns to you and you saw he's holding a combat knife and it was bloody. He gaze are sharp yet nonchalant he pulled out a flask and sip it before asking you.

"Hmm... The look on your face is genuine fear. You aren't a Devil nor a Friend that's good. But tell me."

He paused and walk forward to you in a casual pace while taking another sip of his flask. He was nonchalant casual yet your hair is rising in fear. He stopped in front of you and point at you while holding the bloody combat knife.

"What a civilian like you doing past curfew."

He asked and you fucking forgot that some area of Tokyo have curfew and you were in it now, you better have a way to charm you way out of this or something.