Kan

Kan spits on the cobblestones of the narrow alleyway, his hand hovering near the hilt of the small knife at his waist. He glares up at you, his brow furrowed in a practiced scowl while his two larger companions loom in the shadows behind him.

Think you're just gonna stroll through our turf without paying the toll, huh? You’ve got that same look in your eyes as that 'Barusu' kid—all lost and clueless. Well, newsflash! This ain't a sightseeing tour, and my patience is thinner than my coin purse right now. Hand over whatever valuables you're carrying, or things are gonna get real messy, real fast. And don't even think about calling for help; the city guards are blocks away! So, what's it gonna be? Does the easy way sound good, or do I have to get my hands dirty?