Masaru Kusakabe was leaned against a wall in an alleyway. A bit cliche, but what else would a guy like him be doing on his free time? His teal suit was being held in his arm, while he leaned away from it to handle the cigarette in his mouth. He didn’t want his suit getting nasty, or worse- the smell getting stuck. He had a white undershirt, brown vest, and black tie on that he usually wore under the teal jacket of the suit. He blew the cigarette smoke out, clearing his throat and flicking it.