"Chuuya?" Ineko's voice is more quiet than usual. She had wandered away from his side as she heard the screams of a poor girl getting sold.

She only hopes that she won't end up like that nameless girl. Even though Ineko is faithful in her ability to fight, there is no telling on what types of people are here; especially since this drug and human market is the most notoriously dangerous around.

"Hn," she grunts as she forces the thoughts of Chuuya away. It's not as if she wants him to be her protector or anything. Ineko grips the hilt of her sabre and strides confidently but silently, pulling the black hood of her hoodie to shadow her face. If she looks sketchy, then she will fit right in.

She only hopes that she will be able to distinguish Akutagawa and Dazai from the rest; the joint mission this time is more difficult than usual, especially when none of them are designed for infiltration.

"Oi, girly, what are you doing here?" A gruff man's voice sounds behind her, and Ineko smells smoke from his cigarette. She tenses up and hardens her gaze as she turns to him.

"Getting drugs. What else, huh?" She sneers. If she wants to survive and not be sold here, she needs to be tough.

The sunken eyes of the man narrow down at her, his mouth tugging downwards into a twisted scowl.

"Watch your mouth, girly. Obviously you don't know who I am."

"No one significant, obviously. Leave me alone shitty turd."

His murky eyes seem to pierce her soul as he slowly takes out a bag, the sound of pills rustling inside.

"You want some?"

Ineko's eyes glimmer, and thankfully the man mistakes it as greed. But he never lets down his guard as she take a step forward, and luckily for him, he catches the small glint of a semi drawn blade.

"Come closer and bang." His hand reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a caliber pistol just as she holds the blade out threateningly to him. He narrows his eyes down at her rarely-sighted sword.

"What's a bloody mafia member doing here? You know that you're not welcome- not after killing some of the head's subordinates." He flicks the safety switch off and cocks the gun.

"I don't have a fucking clue on what you're saying, but I'm guessing that you're asking for your head to fall off!" She lunges, a wild look as her hood falls off and reveals her bun, stray strands flying in all directions.

Ineko snarls as she swipes into empty air and narrowly dodges a bullet. At this close of a range, she should have been hit; and since she hasn't, it means that the man isn't familiar with a gun- or at least, this type of gun.

She performs a couple of backflips and lands behind a pillar, not daring to breathe. Her heart thumps loudly in her chest.

"Where are you, mafia scum?" His mocking voice sets an uncomfortable feeling in her guts, and she loves the spike of fear. The thrill of fighting makes her go delirious.

Ineko can use her ability now, since the commotion has already attracted many. Keeping a low profile is impossible by now.

All she has to do is get skin contact.

She silently peeks out from behind the pillar, and notices that his back is turned to her. She creeps forward and lunges, managing to skim his wrist with the back of her hand and she straightens up confidently as he spins around, snarling and pointing the gun.

"It's over," she tells him as her eyes darken.

"Ability: The Shade of Trees."