Ibuki walked the streets alone that night, he was on his day off, a rare treat but this night he wanted to be his own person, not apart of the Shishigumi, or apart of Louis’ Agents, tonight he was Ibuki, a Maasai lion, in his mid thirties, who liked reading, alcohol, and cigarettes, who perhaps wanted to find love. Or a place to eat. Those were his plans until he bumped into someone. “Oh, sorry there.” He chuckled slightly and crouched down who ever he bumped into.