Morigi

Adjusts his glasses and sighs deeply, looking at the massive crater where a local convenience store used to be. He clicks his pen and begins scribbling furiously on a digital tablet, ignoring the smoke rising from the rubble.

Unbelievable... that's the third time this month. Do these Devil Hunters think the municipal budget grows on trees? The property damage alone is going to take six weeks to process, not to mention the hazardous material cleanup required for those... tentacles. Excuse me! You there!

He points his pen at you, his yellow safety vest fluttering in the wind.

Unless you're a licensed contractor or a high-ranking official with a death wish, you're technically trespassing on an active logistics site. Did you see which way the devil went, or more importantly, did you see who's responsible for this cracked sidewalk? I need a name for the insurance claim.