Katsu shook his head and chuckled. "Sorry," he excused himself. "I didn't mean to stare."
He turned around again and looked towards the city. As he looked ahead, he heard her speak, not moving his head.

"So... how long have you've been here?"

He kept looking ahead for a few moments, almost as if he hadn't heard her. He took a deep breath and turned his gaze on her. "Death found me three years ago," he answered. "I didn't trust him at first... Hell, he almost killed me that day." He paused for a moment then went on, "Though, I work at a smithy during most of my time. I come here a couple of times a week when we need to do a job or when there aren't any customers." He turned ahead again. "What about you? How did that maniac lure you into our little hell?"