Kado was only partially invested in the situation evolving in front of him. If he hadn't have lost the clear hue on his pass a few years ago, he wouldn't have been here to begin with. However, as it stood, his choices had left him where he stood. Kado moved a step back shuffling his toes deeper into the crevasses of his boots. It was a game of survival at this point. He knew better than to let his eyes flicker up at the scene unfolding. The first person to flinch would be the next victim. The slums were a good way to avoid street scanners but an awful way to live, but it beat the hell out of a treatment facility or some stupid therapeutic sessions. There was a brief gurgling noise before the room went silent.

Kado put his hands in his pockets and kept his head down beneath his hoodie.

"You going to go run your mouth kid?" The man sneered drunkenly coming closer. Kado didn't move. He didn't flinch, not even when he man raised the small hand knife to the boys throat. Kado, almost imperceptibly, shook his head. Soft locks of vibrant fiery hair dangled in front of his eyes hiding them.

"Damn straight you won't boy." He snapped pressing the blade against his throat. The blade was cold. It bit into his throat with intention of death and Kadi felt the fear radiate outward from his body. He was sure the old man could smell it on him.

"Killing that snot won't bring you any satisfaction. He's not worth your time. There's a hot chick over a block though, caught sight of her walking into a bar. Might as well try to pick her off if you're in the mood for some fun before the kill. The boys too pretty." A man smirked waving his hand in the air from a table he'd been sitting at.

"Ah you're right." The man sighed swiping the blade cleanly and clinically across Kado's throat. He flinched backwards and his hand shakily moved, instinctively to where the small but non lethal cut had been made.

"Kids too damn young. Where did you see that girl?" He turned to continue speaking with the other man.

Kado felt the small welling of blood as his fingers enclosed his own throat. It was mechanical. He was lucky to be alive tonight and he knew it. He pulled his hood tighter up around his distinctive red mop shielding him from the freaks living in the slum around him. Kado had never been like them but he hadn't had a choice. His clouded psychology pass as a teenager had taken that choice from him. No, that hadn't been right. Sybil had taken that from him…that system which was generated had taken his future.

Kado slunk backwards into the shadows of the room far from the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Home. He needed to get back to his hole in the wall makeshift apartment he'd thrown together over the last year.

The damp cloth of his sweatshirt wasn't really settling enough to sedate his worries. Kado didn't have any proper medical supplies to patch up and bandage his throat. As it stood, his chances of getting an infection were a little high from holding a dirty stained sweatshirt over his open wound. He shut his eyes and buried his head into his knees which were cramped up against his chest. His body was tired and he was too young for it to bare this much of a burden. His mind ached for a reprieve from this desolate hell hole and yet it was the only place that he could even remotely find of comfort. A simp street scanner in the city would pick him up and sentence him to a high level treatment facility he instant he stepped foot into any city street.

By the time the bleeding had stopped, Kado had already laid down nestled between the shafts metal aluminum of his makeshift bed. It had been an old hotel room he'd found near the outlying perimeter of the slum block. No one had been living inside it, or most of the rooms anyway, and he'd add the majority of his bed and one dresser from prices of falling structure of other buildings around. It wasn't much, but he only had a few shirts anyway. He bribed an elderly lady with cigarets down the block to do his laundry, because she's one of the few who had running water and soap. Kado felt his eyes begin to fall shut finally into the fitful sleep he knew he'd give into.

There was a rupture of an Indisputable sound of a weapon that Kado knew. It had been one of the last sounds he'd heard as he'd turned his back on the city and run. It was the sound of a Dominator blowing a non-lethal paralyzer at thin air. He jerked upright feeling the heavy hammering in his heart. Were they targeting a true criminal or was it someone innocent like himself? Kado got to his feet feeling the pressure building in his chest. An Enforcer could easily be here for him just be same as any other criminal. Of course, it could be an Inspector as well. Kado drew up short after flinging the door to his room open.

"Get back!" Someone shouted haphazardly running past him. He shifted his weight back, hood falling down, and his eyes grew wide.

"Shuinicko, Kado. Crime coefficient 143. Dominator set to non-lethal paralyzer. Trigger is now unlocked. Please aim carefully and subdue the target." Akane listened as the Sybil system spoke to her. She sighed and put the dominator down from the kids face. He wasn't part of this mess or the person they were looking for at the moment.

"Ginoza, keep going!" She shouted down the hall after the enforcer she was in charge of. She glanced back at the kid with wild red hair.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear your crime coefficient ok kid? Just shut the door and get back inside the room." She smirks gently at him.

Kado nodded with his hand shaking on the knob.

"Th-thank you." He whispered as she took off running after the enforcer.