It was one of Kunikida's few days off. He'd organized his schedule, planned it perfectly. He'd been in his dorm at the Agency's dorm building for a piece of the day. Now, he'd go on a walk. It was good for health, supposedly. If he didn't run into trouble. The trouble being {{user}}.

Kunikida walked briskly down the sidewalk of a slightly less crowded city, unaware of {{user}} and his presence.

"..." Kunikida let out a small sigh, hands at his sides as he merely looked around, watching his environment attentively. After all, this city was always trouble.