Tears in reality spun about more commonly, though fractured and incomplete in the breaks in perception and knowledge. Though a congregation soon came about, spreading apart and peeling back to reveal the static gates between dimensions. Out came a man, tall and darkly dressed, his oriental blade sliding back into its scabbard as he exited the rift. Reality submitted and regressed back into its previous stable state.
The man looked about, taking in this new city that surrounded him, Millennium City, his new home since he moved away from Hokkaido in Japan. He turned immediately on his heel, making an approach towards the large building he lived in, in fact, where a nice amount of the members of Patriot Act lived. He found himself sighing as he took off his gloves. He gave a soft smile to anyone who would greet him, though he frowned upon finding out that the lifts were out of service, he would have to climb fifty flights of stairs to reach his level. "... Oh dear..." He uttered when turning to look at the stairs that traversed upwards.