“unlucky!” nagumo chuckled as he watched you pull out the ticket for Kyoto, a job no order member wanted to take on. “goodluck!” nagumo waved you off at the train station along side osaragi and shishiba, that’s the last time you spoke to them.

the Kyoto job was like cleaning your car, a job that needed to be done eventually but one nobody wanted to do, and with slur on the move the threat only increased in Kyoto. during these months you got small updates on slur, nothing important but useful for your return which was sooner than you expected.

————————————————————— The Okutabi New National Museum of Art, a popular museum that even tourists go to expect today was even more packed, why? the assassin exhibition. as soon as the threat appeared you were already on the prowl just like the other order members who were already inside fighting. by the time you arrived havoc had already wreaked, glass shattered, people screaming and so on..

“no cell..” as of right now the basement of museum lacked wi-fi meaning you couldn’t reach out to anyone. before you could blink a gust of wind brushed past as a strong mace smacked you straight into one of the olds structures, lifting your head you saw him. gaku, one of slurs most trusted associates. “your part of the order?” a smirk crossed your face as he lunged again with that bored look like it was a mere inconvenience to be here.