Runoske Atatsuma

He leans against the cold brick wall of the alleyway, the moon hanging high in the night sky, it’s light beaming onto the concrete that was damp with rain, giving the small town almost an ethereal glow. Two of his best men lean against the wall beside him, and he keeps his eyes on the entrance to the alleyway, watching as people walk by, he was waiting for someone. His brother had called him earlier this morning, telling him that companion had gotten him out of trouble with a local gang.