Den of Monsters: 3rd Year [On Pause]

Y3 Vol 1: The Sound of Lies

(3rd Person POV)

Yokohama is a city of great mystery, to the outside world it's quite ordinary but on the inside it hides many secrets. It shares such a reputation with two other cities, those being Shizume city and Ikebekuro.

In one of the many alleys of the city at , a vile scene was made...The walls were covered in blood, a group of men were withering in pain as the blood gushed out from various parts of their body.

They wore black attire for the most part and seemed to be armed but their bodies were too broken, cut and battered to even use their guns. Above them stood a single man with black hair and paleskin who wore a full black suit with black gloves and a completely covered black mask.

He held in his hand a jet-black greatsword, it seemed worn down by the hilt but it's edge was still as fine as the day it was made. The man let out a brief sigh as he pushed his mask away from his mouth slightly to speak.

"I'll ask you all again...Who and where is your Informant? I get that you lot own this city and whatnot but i don't have all day either" he said calmly as one of the men groaned in pain before facing him as he scoffed.

"Hah! Go...Fuck yourself!" he said as he spat at the suited man's face. The latter didn't react as he raised his sword and was about to stab the man to death...

*BANG*

A gunshot came passing over his shoulder causing the man to shudder and stop as he looked back with his mask fully covering his face again.

The source of the gunshot was a pair of people the man didn't expect. The first was a a tall, grizzled man with scraggly facial hair and a stitched scar running across his left cheek from his mouth, he wore a long flowing black leather coat over a white shirt and black pants.

The second was a girl with long blonde hair and yellow star eyes, she wore a sleeveless beige shirt with baige pants and a black leather belt wrapped around her waist that went well with her black and gold purse.

"Jeez, how bad did age hit you, Kishibe-san?!" the girl asked arrogantly as she frowned slightly while the man named Kishibe sighed.

"Age didn't hit me, i didn't want him to die before we asked a few questions" he replied as the girl scoffed.

"'That so? Well let's get started then...Hey Suit guy, what the hell do you think you're doing killing Port Mafia lackeys in their turf?!" she asked to which the man stayed silent before he shoved his blade down in the ground as he took off his mask.

"Mad dog Kishibe and the Mental out of Pandora huh..." he coldly spoke.

Both Kishibe and the girl beside him flinched slightly at his words as the man put the mask inside of his jacket before taking a deep breath and letting it out to cool himself.

"I honestly expected and also didn't expect to bump into you, but i see that the young informant...Misaki Shokuhou has decided to let go of her studies for the sake of her 'Home'" he said nonchalantly and with a calm smile as the girl named Misaki narrowed her eyes.

"Who are you? I don't remember ever catching your face or anyone with your description in my reports?" she asked to which the man scratched his head as he looked up to the sky.

"I dunno if i am allowed to say this but i guess my existence isn't a secret...The name's Roland, just that." he said to which Kishibe slowly lowered his gun.

"You're Britannian...You with the prime minister?" he asked and Roland shook his head.

"Nope and don't ask who it is i am with, you don't know him and you're not on his bingo list"