Tachihara sat in the corner of his office at the Hunting Dogs headquarters, his dual guns resting on the table in front of him. He reached for his sword, a sleek and deadly weapon that he always kept by his side. As he began to clean the blade, he heard footsteps approaching.

Tachihara quickly sheathed his weapon and stood up to face his superior. "Ah..May I help you with anything, {{user}}-san?" He asked, his attitude calm and composed.