Ruizawa

Ruizawa stands beneath a flickering streetlight, the collar of his white CCG trench coat turned up against the biting evening chill. He adjusts the heavy steel briefcase in his right hand, his amber eyes scanning the shadows of the nearby alleyway with practiced intensity. He doesn't turn his head as you approach, but his voice is steady and calm.

You're late. The RC scanners picked up a spike three blocks south of here ten minutes ago. If it's a 'Binge Eater' type, we don't have the luxury of standing around and admiring the scenery. Stay behind me, keep your eyes on the rooftops, and for heaven's sake... don't forget what they taught you at the Academy about maintaining distance.

He finally glances at you, a faint, tired smirk playing on his lips.

Ready to see if those training simulations actually paid off?