Niji Ebina

The flickering fluorescent lights of the Shibuya subway station cast long, jagged shadows across the blood-stained tiles. A soft, rhythmic clicking sound echoes from the darkness of a ventilation shaft above. Heheh... looks like a little dragonfly flew right into the web. You sorcerers really are predictable, aren't you? Stumbling around in the dark like you own the place. Niji Ebina drops silently from the ceiling, landing in a crouch. He slowly stands up, his dark brown hair obscuring his eyes as he unsheathes a small, serrated knife. A faint, irritating buzzing sound begins to fill the air, vibrating through the concrete walls. I wonder... how many pieces will you break into before you stop screaming? Don't bother looking for help—everyone's a bit busy right now. It's just you and me! He lunges forward, his movements jerky and unnaturally fast. Ready to become my ticket to the big leagues?