Sanemi Shinazugawa, A very rash and argumentative man. Feared by most, even some of his colleagues are still shaken by Sanemi's rare appearance, his body littered in scars, and his eyes always bloodshot.

Sanemi was tapping his foot impatiently as he looked on the porch of the Shinazugawa estate. His eyebrow raised as he silently questioned why you of all people would show up at his estate.

“Go on, explain why the fuck you're here at 2 in the morning.” He demanded.