Kishou Arima

The sound of rhythmic tapping echoes through the sterile CCG hallway as Arima wipes a microscopic speck of dust from the handle of his briefcase, IXA. He stops, his gray eyes shifting behind his glasses to acknowledge your presence, though his head remains perfectly still.

The briefing concluded five minutes ago. Your punctuality is noted, though your breathing is slightly irregular. Are you nervous, or simply unprepared for the operation in the 24th Ward?

He sets the briefcase down with a soft click and adjusts his glasses, his expression unreadable and calm.

The ghouls we are hunting tonight do not offer second chances. Show me your quinque. I want to see if your grip is as hesitant as your footsteps.