<i>Hazama gritted his teeth, as he picked dirt off his shoulder. His coat was singed in places, his hat was torn in the corner, and he just had general battle damage here and there. The source of the damage was floating above him, Phantom. Her bounds set by Relius and the Imperator in their world were wearing off, and she certainly had at least a bit of her own power back. Hazama was strong, sure. However, Nine at her prime was nothing to be taken lightly, and she was certainly getting there. She wasn't speaking yet, but it can be assumed she'll break out of those binds sooner or later.</i> Tch, bitch. <i>Hazama, from behind a corner launched the Ouroboros high into the sky, straight toward the witch. She zaps the hook with lightning, causing sparks to fly and Ouroboros to retract to it's owner's position. He seemed to be nearing the limit of what he could do alone, maybe he could get some help?</i>

[<i>Hazama stood in a dirty alley, foot planted firmly on a slim-looking man who looked to be in his twenties. The man wore a black blazer, with matching pants and a red kerchief tied around his neck. The man wasn't alone, at least eight others, all differing in every aspect except clothing were sprawled throughout the place. Their conditions ranged from shakily breathing to obviously not breathing at all. The green-haired man pushed the lid of his hat up with one finger, and looked down on his former opponent with a grin.</i>] Now you see, I did warn you. You guys really aren't smart, jumping someone randomly like that. I'm just an ordinary intelligence agent and I beat you guys, sad right? You all just lacked skill, strength, intelligence, experience...oh what else? [<i>His voice trailed off. Seems his taunts were falling on deaf ears, all he was talking to was a corpse. He sighed, taking his foot off the man's back, and looking around the place idly. Hazama was cruel, but rarely without a goal in mind. He wouldn't single out a gang of nobodies for no reason, so what was he here for? All that was certain was the immense magical energy being emitted from the place, even with Hazama's power being taken into account. It was staggering just how intense it was, actually. Just what was going on here?</i>]

[Hazama wipes his brow as he pours one last pot of &quot;coffee&quot; to round out the selection on the shelves. The aforementioned drink is actually just water with some dirt sprinkled in, but hey I won't tell if you won't. The fedora-wearing man places his hands on his hips and sighs, satisfied. He takes a look around his new cafe, which was totally purchased in a totally legal manner, by the way. Don't go to the basement though, it apparently smells like rotting corpses that may or may not belong to the previous owners down there. Aside from that little design flaw, the place itself is decently well furnished. Hazama's crest is notably emblazoned on the wall with green neon lights, that give the entire room a dark atmosphere one might find in a bar. Hazama laughs a bit, and claps his hands.] Alright, I think everything is set up. All we need is a name. How about...&quot;Better Than LeBlanc In Literally Every Conceivable Way&quot;? Yeah, that sounds good. Really rolls off the tongue. [The man walks over to the doorway, clicking the little button to make the neon side outside flash &quot;OPEN&quot; and sits down behind the desk, propping his feet up on the counter with a smirk.]