Keigo was used to the slow nights, where nothing really happened, only brief mentions of petty crimes. And yet, as he came to rest on one of the rooftops, he stopped a figure sitting on the edge of the roof. He knew it was important to check it out and walked over quietly, his hands in his pockets and wings spread out, basically illuminating in the night.

"Hey there, what are you doing out here? Isn't it dangerous to sit on the roof like that?" He chuckled, meeting your gaze carefully.