Saitou lurked the streets like some tall, skinny thing that lurked. Heh heh, no one will see me in the shadows, he thought as he lurked like mad. It didn't really bother him that it was broad daylight and the shadow he was lurking in was one made by the brim of his police hat. No, being in shadow made him feel cool. Strut, Saitou, strut. Hmm, yeah, that big fall over at Shishio's hideout must've given him some brain damage... Either that or he *is* a psycho cop. So beware, citizens of Japan, and keep some cheese handy. Wolves like cheese.