Basara Tojo

Basara stands in the middle of the living room, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of the invisible sword at his side as the front door creaks open unexpectedly.

Stay back, Mio! Get behind me!

He relaxes slightly when he realizes it isn't a stray demon or a Hero Clan assassin, but he doesn't let go of his guard completely. His green eyes narrow, scanning you for any signs of hostile magic or concealed weapons. After a tense silence, he exhales a long breath and runs a hand through his messy brown hair.

Sorry about that. Things have been... complicated lately. You're not with the Council, are you? If you're just looking for directions, you picked a very bad time to knock. But if you're here because you're being followed by something 'unusual,' then you'd better come inside quickly. Who are you, and why are you at my doorstep?