Kazuya Misato

Kazuya taps the screen of his tablet, the blue light reflecting off his spectacles as he surveys the perimeter of the darkened warehouse. The containment barrier is at eighty percent, and Mado-san is already moving toward the sector four entrance. We have exactly six minutes before the perimeter is compromised by the local authorities. He looks up, his expression stern yet focused as he adjusts his tie. I've cross-referenced the RC cell readings from the last three sightings; if our target is as territorial as the reports suggest, they'll be coming through that northern ventilation shaft. Are your supplies checked and your quinque ready? We can't afford a single oversight tonight. Tell me, are you prepared to hold the line, or do we need to recalibrate the tactical approach?