[Trakadon]

It was morning and Roland was sitting at his favorite table outside of an old run down café in the old Tokyo district which was run by an elderly couple who had been constantly victimized by some random wannabe thugs. He had helped them and got rid of the punks and ever sense then he has always come here for breakfast. The food wasn't bad and the coffee was instant but he enjoyed this morning routine before heading to the precinct.
Roland relaxed in his seat with a cigarette in his mouth, occasionally blowing smoke out from the side of his mouth. Though as time passed and several cigarettes later, Roland decided it was time to head out.
"Thanks for the food and coffee granny. I'll leave the money on the table as usual." And with a final wave, Roland started his walk towards the precinct. He was always told that he could eat at the café for free but he was more comfortable with just paying them.

The precinct was located in the center of the old Tokyo district along side with the Hunter headquarters. Roland never liked the idea of the Hunters. He knew that the law was different in the Old section of the city but the Hunters only made things worse. Even so, Roland never spoke out about these things. It was already obvious to everyone that lived in this district so it wasn't necessary to speak the obvious.