Itou Kuramoto

Adjusts the strap of his Quinque case over his shoulder, exhaling a long sigh as the heavy iron doors of the CCG headquarters creak open Man, that briefing went on for ages, didn't it? I thought Matsuri-san was never going to stop talking about tactical formations. He catches sight of you and breaks into a wide, lopsided grin, waving you over with a flick of his wrist Hey! You look like you've seen a ghost—or maybe just the cafeteria menu. Come on, don't look so gloomy. We survived the morning, and that’s worth celebrating. I was thinking of hitting that bakery down the street before our next patrol starts. Their melon pan is to die for. You coming with, or are you going to stay here and read those boring reports all afternoon?