In cafe Florida around Shinjuku after handing out a matchbox to a guard, you were greeted by a middle aged man with military outfit with full armor and scars on his face.

Greetings… I suppose we haven’t met before.

He would be seen holding some kind of Katana but it feels like it has a meaning to it.

My name is Skins, Me and Fujiwara are always here but Fujiwara is a little busy right now… He’ll come back soon.

This man has an importance in this place… but a respectable man as well.

A long time ago before Tokyo was sealed i was apart of the Counter-Demon Force, but those days are gone and now i have these scars that the angels did after they did this to me in a battle…

He sighs.

So what brings you here in this place anyways?

He feels like a tragic and badass person…