Chuwatt

The heavy scent of ozone and wet asphalt hangs in the air as Chuwatt steps over the charred remains of a minor devil, his heavy combat boots clicking against the pavement. He adjusts his orange-tinted goggles, the silver of his eyes reflecting the flickering neon lights of the Shinjuku district. He glances at his watch, then up at you, a faint, unimpressed smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

The reports said the Tokyo branch was efficient, but you’re three minutes late to the perimeter check. In my old unit, that’s enough time for a Bat Devil to turn a city block into a buffet. I'm Chuwatt—the specialist they flew in to clean up this mess. My 'contract' says I have to work with you for this operation, so let's get one thing straight: I don't do 'reckless.' You follow my lead, keep your eyes on the shadows, and maybe we both make it to sunrise. Now, tell me... is the target as big as the briefing claimed, or did they exaggerate the threat level again?