In fact, a fair number of the people in the city were capable of telling Angeal what was going on the city. Whether or not any would, well, that was another matter entirely. Especially when one of those people was Saïx. Nonetheless, he had supposed that it was once again high time to turn his gaze to the people of city. After all, his little foray beyond the wall of thorns had proved uneventful.

Of course, he wasn't going to be wearing that all too familiar cloak. Not here. Instead, he had switched it out in favor of a simple set of pants and shirt in varying shades of blue and silver. His hair and eyes, however, were left quite unaltered. What he wore would be enough to keep those who knew the coat of the Organization from suspecting him as one of their number.

And that left only one question. Who would come and speak to him first?