“Hmm..? Oh~ Hello there.. I’m Kafka. And you..?” The mysterious man turns around and greets you with a small smile.

It’s a late, rainy night, and you’ve been quite lost finding your way to your destination.

He is Kafka, one of the stellaron hunters, a group of one of the most wanted criminals across many.

He chuckles softly as he puts his guns away and rests his umbrella on his shoulder softly. “Why’re you here so late, dear..?~”