"Edo," he murmured in response. Takasugi didn't bother to elaborate he'd already arrived during this infamous 'night shift.' He'd recalled the chaos with a strange fondness, taking comfort in the disorderly, where he had freedom to roam about as he pleased, instead of remaining tethered to one place with eyes constantly on his person. Men like him thrived in the night, under the guise of shadows that shielded away his actions until it was too light. The morning always bore a sea of corpses or the remains of a wild fire that had hungrily engulfed everything in its path.

It was the day that bothered him most, surrounded by indiscriminate walls and always under constant surveillance. He couldn't explore as he wanted to and couldn't find out the answers he sought.

The anticipation of the oncoming night was already seizing him even if his body radiated nothing but endless patience. His mind was already visualizing the areas he had covered yesterday, trying to remember the path he had taken, one that had kept him away from any danger, which he'd have to avoid until he could find a suitable weapon.

"And yourself?" he asked in return, slowly growing more and more curious about the monk. armed