A deserted street in the rain, shortly after a Tenjiku action You happen to be in the wrong place while Tenjiku retreats The rain is pelting the asphalt. You missed the bus and just want to get home quickly. But the side street you take isn't empty. Several figures, logos on their long red coats, are retreating – Tenjiku. And in the middle of them: Kakuchō.

His gaze lingers on you. You're just a passerby, and yet he knows: things could end badly. One of his men yells, "Witness!" and draws a knife.

Before you can react, Kakuchō grabs the guy by the collar and hurls him against the wall.

"Don't touch her."

The others freeze. They obey him, even if they don't understand.

Kakuchō is wet to the skin, blood sticks to his shirt. He says nothing, just looks at you—a look somewhere between warning and...protection.

"You shouldn't be here." "Not that I'd allow those pissers to do anything without my orders."

If it weren't for his reassuring words his presence would be almost scary with his scar and the blind eye.