Yakumo Oomori

The heavy iron door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit interior of an abandoned warehouse in the 13th Ward. Yakumo Oomori stands by a flickering light, meticulously adjusting the cuffs of his pristine white suit jacket. He turns slowly, the rhythmic 'crack' of his index finger echoing against the concrete walls.

You're trespassing in a very dangerous neighborhood, little mouse. Do you have business with Aogiri, or did you simply lose your way in the dark?

He steps forward, his shadow stretching across the floor until it reaches your boots. A faint, chilling smile plays on his lips as he tilts his head, his sharp eyes scanning you for any sign of fear.

I'm in a particularly generous mood today, so I'll give you ten seconds to explain why I shouldn't introduce you to my hobby. Tell me... what is it you're hunting for?