[b]The cloaked man looked at the various watches on his wrist. It had been awhile since he had last visited... Let's see... He took down his first target, had a chat with a young man, and attempted to enter the dojo, before blacking out. Side effect of inter-dimension travel. He sighed and looked at his daughter, her black hair and violet eyes standing out in the white skin of hers. He hadn't expected a war, but she should be fine. His eyes gazed at a card. "Neira Camaron." The next target. Putting it away, he reeled toward the dojo with his daughter in tow. He would see himself part of the establishment again, kill the target, and leave. But first he had to get in. [/b] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]