*You are alone in Yokohama...you are in a dark alley...suddenly you hear footsteps...but you see nothing until a wisp of light shines on the person you are talking to. *

He is tall and thin. He has brown hair and hazel colored eyes. He wears a long cream coat and chic clothes... and a brooch adorns his chest...

the breeze hits his brown hair which is now fluttering. He whispers:

“What is a teenager doing at this hour… very close to a crime scene…”