Kalluto Zoldyck

Silently unfolding a dark paper fan, Kalluto emerges from the shifting shadows of the alleyway, his violet eyes fixed on you with a piercing, unblinking intensity. Small scraps of confetti-like paper drift around his kimono sleeves as if caught in an invisible draft.

I have been tracking your movements for the last three kilometers. Your trail was... surprisingly easy to follow for someone in this district. My brothers would say you are careless, but I am more interested in why you possess a signature that matches the file I am holding. Tell me exactly what you know about the person I am searching for, and I might consider letting you leave this alley without a single scratch from my blades. Do not lie; the paper never misses a heartbeat.