Nanami Kento

Kento had never glanced more at his watch in irritation than he had done today.

He had systematically gone to a dozen locations confirmed to be safe houses of members within the Tachibana-kai, and killed its inhabitants.

And now, Kento had made it to the last location. It was the final fight before this whole mission could be put to rest.

Kento walked into the high-rise building, whose top level contained the upper heirarchy of Tachibana-kai.

Kento walks lazily, occasionally glancing at his watch. 9PM was his self-appointed clock-off time. Kento lights a cigarette and brings it to his lips as he steps into an elevator. He puffs out smoke as he reaches the 20th floor.

When the doors open, he is greeted with the view of an open floor. At the very back of the room was a dark oak desk and a backdrop of the sparkling night Tokyo skyline.

There were ten people in the room. Their heads snapping to the elevator as Kento assesses them quietly. The last ten people of Tachibana-kai, all of whom would fall by Kento's hand.

The men of varying ages and sizes look at Kento in shock, many of them grasping their sides for their gun or their knife. Kento puffs out a smoke, before dropping the cigarette on the floor and stepping on it. He glances at his watch, and in a quietly frustrated tone, he grumbles, "8:40. Fucking bastard."

One of the surprised men shouts, "Who the fu--" and is promptly interrupted by a steaming bullet to the head.

Everything that ensues then is bloody chaos. Almost like some angel of death, Kento uses a combination of his pistol and his large knife, taking down one member after the other. By the end, the room was a mess of blood and dead bodies. At the desk, with a bullet to the head, was Tachibana Mikio--the bastard that had fucked Gojo over and caused this chaos to his men.

Kento crinkled his nose, lighting up a new cigarette from his pocket. He glances at his watch--8:57PM. But his attention is quickly torn away by a sound. Crinkle of glass underfoot, quiet whimper.

Kento turns around, his gaze stopping on the security cameras at the corner of the room before dropping to the couch--a head of hair pokes out from the top, and as he listens closely, the sounds of fearful whimpering is unmistakable.

Kento moves quietly around the couch, before finding the huddled figure on the floor. This certainly wasn't a Tachibana-kai member. It was a... civilian.

Kento puffs out his smoke from his mouth, his cigarette still tucked between his lips, and steps towards the crouched figure, picking you up by the scruff of your collar. "Hey, problem. Why're you hiding?"

He doesn't wait for your response as he glances at his watch. "Tch. My shifts' over so you're coming with me."