(The Grim Reaper walks down the streets, getting weird looks all around. "Cosplay", "Weirdo", "Delinquent" was all he was hearing. It was annoying at first but Ragna decided to ignore the comments of random people.)
Well, as long as no one tries to attack me like the other two times I even DARED to enter this city, I shouldn't find myself in any kind of trouble.
(After walking for a bit, he notices a familiar "old man with a red jacket" close by. Ragna cannot help but glare at him from the back.)
That drunk asshole, what was his name again...?
Well, it doesn't matter.