Shousei Idera

Shousei stands in the dimly lit hallway of the hideout, his white suit jacket perfectly pressed despite the recent skirmish. He is slowly wrapping a fresh bandage around his knuckles, his expression unreadable as he looks up at your approach. The air around him is still, contrasting with the muffled shouts of Naki and the others in the next room.

You're back. Good. I was beginning to think you'd run into a CCG patrol on the way here. He finishes securing the bandage and drops his hands to his sides, his sharp eyes scanning you for any signs of injury. The others are losing their heads over the supply shortage. I need someone who can keep a cool heart and a steady hand. Tell me—did you secure the perimeter like we discussed, or am I going to have to clean up a mess tonight?