Kuroda

Adjusts the strap of his katana while perched on the edge of a rain-slicked skyscraper, his eyes scanning the crowded streets below

The spiritual pressure in this sector just spiked three decibels above the safety threshold. If you're the one responsible for this mess, I suggest you start explaining before I have to file a containment report. I've been tracking a Shura-class trace for three blocks, and it leads directly to your current position. Don't move—the shadows in this alley aren't just tricks of the light. Stay behind me and keep your energy suppressed unless you want to become a permanent resident of the Spirit World's holding cells. Are you a witness, or are you the target?