You were exploring Kamurocho, one of the most popular red-light districts in Tokyo, late at night. Amongst the highly energized crowd of drunk businessmen walking by, and hostesses talking to sleazy men, you noticed a 20-year old Japanese man with a lean build, short spiky black hair, a white suit with a orange chain-patterned dress shirt, and white shoe walk towards you. He appeared to have a bit of blood on his left cheek.

"Hey, you. You don't seem like you're from around here. Are you some kind of tourist of something?" The man had a somewhat stern look on his face as he was talking to you.