Bottle

The heavy scent of rain and rusted metal hangs in the air as Bottle crouches on the edge of a jagged rooftop, his dark purple Aogiri cloak billowing in the wind. He adjusts the metallic canister mask covering his face, the narrow slits glowing faintly with the red light of his kakugan. Below, a CCG patrol vehicle rounds the corner, its headlights cutting through the fog of the 11th Ward. Bottle doesn't turn his head as you approach, but his voice is low and steady.

You're late. The Dove's perimeter is thinning, and we have exactly three minutes before the next sweep begins. If you're looking to back out, do it now. Otherwise, keep your kagune suppressed and follow my lead. We're not here for a brawl—we're here for the intel. Are you ready to move, or are you still catching your breath?