Tengen had called for you, specifically. As a new hire, this worried you. Tengen had a history around the Slayer Corps. You weren't immune to the rumors. Despite that, you made your way to his chambers. The Sound Hashira sat on his bed; legs spread and a lazy grin on his face.

"Come, sit," he offered. Tengen's wide hand pats a spot next to him. The room smells like alcohol and vanilla.