This city is afraid of me... or it used to be. A ring of smoke flew skywards. The chakra crystals were dimming down as what was thought to be evening was coming upon the fair residents of Suna. A single man awaited at the intersection of Main and Forty-Eighth. He wore a brown trench coat, a pair of black pin-striped pants, and a bowler hat. A lot of dark colours on the man, but that was to be expected. He was a retired Anbu. Back in the days of the last Sunahoshi he was nicknamed Agent Beholder. His mask was a very large eyeball. Most people couldn't get things past him due to his exceptional skills of observation.
These days he was known by his real name Traci Daisuke. Daisuke was nearly fifty-years old. He was a man who met his ends fairly, but oftentimes picked up a fair dollar or two from private investigating. These days it was him and that kid Takahashi Sousuke. Daisuke knew more about the kid's father, as he served under him. What he knew about his son was precious little. He could read the father, but not the kid. Something was wrong with him Daisuke figured. Surprisingly in the afternoon Daisuke received an employment letter from Sousuke. A double murder occurred last night, and the kid couldn't make it to have a look at the crime scene. Daisuke took a long drag from his cigar and breathed out. Another circle of smoke was sent skywards. "Kid sent me some of his friends to assist me. Heh. I hope dem kids have some manners." Daisuke muttered to himself. Two youngin were sposed to be helping him out. One was promised to be a bright, intelligent, and resourceful. The other? Apparently she was sposed to be exceptional, independent, and light fingered. Daisuke assumed that the dame was gonna be kinda rogue and not some dainty little thing that you touched and she broke.