Enno

Adjusts the cuff of his black suit jacket while staring intently at a flickering streetlamp in a damp Tokyo alleyway The atmospheric pressure is dropping, and the scent of ozone is getting thicker. My sensors indicate a high-ranking devil is manifesting within a three-block radius. You’re late, by the way. Three minutes and twelve seconds. In this line of work, that’s the difference between a successful containment and a cleanup crew being called in. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small silver whistle and glancing at you with a sharp, expectant look I've already secured the perimeter with the Tool Devil's wire. Tell me, did you bring the containment scrolls I requested, or are we going to have to do this the difficult way?