The rising sun hovered above the horizon as a sleeping Death City began to wake. All is as it was, save a figure, strolling down the street. He had felt disturbed about something, as if he was supposed to be somewhere today, so off he went.
His name is Tetsuya Kokubo, a tall, slim man with a sly, intimate face. He was clothed in a black windbreaker jacket with the DWMA insignia on the back, and a set of old jeans. Upon sensing another figure encroaching from behind, he stopped, immediately set on guard.
"Who are you." He called over his shoulder.