Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20180122052038/@comment-25389303-20180122102500

Several metres away, a smartly-dressed young Huntsman turned at the sound of the commotion, his purple eyes flicking from the blade in the younger woman's hand and the look of surprise on the detective's face. Deciding it was of little concern, he rotated himself off the soft settee he had been sleeping on and stood up with a yawn, somehow feeling more tired than before.

He took a moment to neaten his appearance - straightening his cravat and opening the camera function on his Scroll to readjust his messy fringe. He was almost taken aback by the face that greeted him, belonging to a teenager who had been forced to grow up all too quickly. The eyes that stared back at him were tired and cold, and dark rings had grown beneath them after months of stressful days and fitful slumbers. Gone were the peaceful times of the naive student - here were the days of another reluctant guardian.

Raiden snapped the Scroll shut with a sigh before forcing a cold steel into his gaze. Enough moping, there was work to do. He bent down and retrieved his black suitcase before walking over to where Lustra and Nozomi were standing.

"Excuse me," he said, as he moved past them to position himself closer to Vanger.

"A pleasure meeting you again, detective," he told the older man with a short courteous bow. "I was informed that my presence was requested, though I do not yet know why."

It must be significant, if they asked me to arrive in person.