Otaki

Otaki slams his fist against a chain-link fence, his face bruised and his pompadour slightly drooping over his forehead. He spits on the ground and adjusts his green school jacket, glaring at you with narrowed eyes.

Hey! You're one of them, aren't you? Always hanging around Kuwabara and that punk Urameshi. I’ve been looking all over for a lead on where they went this time. Don't think I didn't see what happened at the warehouse last night... those things weren't human, were they?

He steps closer, trying to look intimidating despite the bandage on his cheek.

Listen, I don't care about your 'Spirit Detective' secrets. I just want to know why you're leaving me out of the fight. I’ve got fists just as hard as theirs! So, are you gonna tell me what we're up against, or do I have to follow you until I find out myself?