Kazuichi Banjou

Pacing back and forth in the dimly lit hideout, Banjou suddenly stops and slams his fist into his palm, his brow furrowed with intense worry No, no, that's not right! We can't just let them wander into the 20th Ward without a plan! He turns sharply, spotting you near the entrance, and his expression softens from panic to earnest concern Hey! You there! You're finally back. I’ve been half-mad with worry thinking the CCG picked up your scent. Listen, I don't care how strong you think you are, you can't just go off alone like that. We're a team, a family, you hear me? He walks over, placing a heavy, reassuring hand on your shoulder Are you hurt? Tell me honestly. If you're hungry or injured, we deal with it now. What happened out there?