DEMISE

[The video flicks on to show a blond teen looking a little worse for wear. His clothes seem to be stained and tattered, loose bandages practically falling off his shoulder and arm. Which doesn't really look that good next to the bruise that seems to be freshly forming on his face. But he looks as though he doesn't give a damn about any of that, almost bored as chews on what looks like a toothpick.]

So where can a guy get some decent booze around here? Smokes and a light would be cool too.

[Honestly, he looks as though he should be more worried about finding new clothes but clearly that's not what's important here.]

Guess while I'm at it I'll throw out a few facts about myself. Name's Katou, badass katana looking for a meister mostly to kill some time. I just got out of a war on a much larger scale than this so I'll need some convincing before I feel like putting my ass on the line here. And those stairs hurt like a bitch, someone needs to put a warning sign on those damned things.

[That explains the bruise at least. His next words are almost a grumble, clearly some wounded pride there.]

After all the shit I've seen, I didn't think anything in this place would surprise me. Apparently I was wrong.