[Inception][INV]

In a world of infinite danger, it was most important to stick to your morality, and the best path the fits you. Although the people you cared about were always important; loved or not, they had to come second to you if you were survive. Pride may have been seen as sinful by humans, but it is infact an important trait to have as well. And his favorite, to find the courage to overcome your fears. If you could do that, then little would be stopping you from achieving your highest of goals.

Yet even with this in mind, Satoshi still had trouble on deciding where he wanted to keep a base of operations. Ever since he's been adapting more and more to human society, as well as their nature, he had been more keen on having a direct role on this world. Not as a politician, he detested public speeches. He was more influenced in the underworld society, and what different novelties he could acquire through it.

Satoshi was dressed in his normal gigai attire. A brown overcoat, slightly buttoned over a black turtleneck. Prescription glasses of low cost, and cheap worker's boots was what he adorned whenever he traveled about in his human suit.

After a few days of information searching, he had finally placed a few bits and pieces of statistical anomalies next to each-other in order to pull data from a correlated spreadsheet. Using this information he had pulled from his C.i.C. (Cellular information Communicator), he found disturbances along a few local buildings. Failed attempt after failed attempt was fortunately ended with an unmistakable opportunity.

The ex-shinigami had learned from an ex-gangster that some mob-boss deals were going down in a particular hotspot club in Naruki city, a council of criminal underground tyrants that 'ruled with an iron fist'. Satoshi was there to show them what a fist of steel looked like.

The white haired man shifted through the crowd like liquid, occasionally touching someone but easily shifting his weight to avoid unnecessary contact. As he approached a door guarded by two seperate bouncers of large musclce mass, he peaked from the crowd and walked toward them at a brisk pace.

"You can't come in here, si-" The bouncer's voice was interupted by an inhumanely fast punch to the gut. The second bouncer moved to tackle him to the ground, but Satoshi grasped the first bouncer's head and swung his entire body in a 180 arc, slamming him into the second man. They both collided with the wall and fell through the drywall, unconscious. Behind the wall revealed a darkened staircase leading downstairs.

"Bingo" He muttered, the crowd completely ignoring what happened. A consequence of human drugs.

Satoshi opened the door instead of walking through the hole, and adjusted his suit-coat while clearing his throat; walking downstairs afterwards with a slow, but steady pace. Hands in either black-pant pocket.