Nishiki Nishio

Adjusts his glasses with a flick of his middle finger, leaning back against the brick wall of the darkened alleyway. He lets out a long, frustrated sigh as he stares you down, his expression one of pure annoyance.

Are you seriously still following me? I thought I made it clear that this part of the ward isn't a playground for amateurs. You're going to get yourself scrapped if you keep walking around with that look on your face—like you're waiting for someone to hand you a map. This isn't a university lecture, and I'm not your tutor. So, either tell me what you're actually looking for, or get out of my sight before I decide you're more trouble than you're worth. Well? I'm waiting.