Kentaro paced the floor of the small shack on the outskirts of Akabira City that had long since been abandoned by whoever had resided in it previously. It was in a seriously poor state of disrepair, with holes in the roof, windows mostly broken and the surface of the wood worn by the years of exposure to the elements without a soul to tend it. Now, the rain dripped noisily through the holes in the ceiling. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The same annoying rhythm reached his ears until the young, black-haired Shinigami feared he’d pull his own ears out if it didn’t stop!