Raiden wandered the nigh-abandoned city, wondering what had happened. He had been sent in on business dealing with some people that just.. wouldn't die. No matter how much you cut them up. Looked rotted, like a stylistic cyborg. Some showed cuts similar to a High-Frequency Blade. He heard footsteps, but was surprised by a strangely charismatic man with a cross around his neck, wearing what seemed to be robes. "It's not safe here, sir."
Building after building had been check as Anderson wandered around the city streets and back alleys. He was checking to see if he had missed anyone or anything, wanting to make sure there wasn't a threat that would spring up later on. He hadn't been there a little while but heard nothing, that was until he heard someone speaking. He turned to face him fully, a bit shocked seeing the man. He shook it off before he spoke. "Ah am weel awaur ay 'at, but thaur is nae need tae worry as Ah can handle myself."