Chiyoko was going to respond to the bystander when he saw the bright flash of light. 
"Yeah. Yeah I do. Take care, sir!"
A Wraith was born and it needed to die before it killed civilians horribly and terrifyingly. Pulling down his visor, he gripped his sword tightly before running off to the light, not paying attention to the boy sneaking off. When he was certain no civilians could see him, he launched himself into the air with his cape and flew to the bright light.

Gliding down, he dropped to the ground at the Junkyard. The Wraith was born here, out of hate, curses and anger. He pulled out his sword as his armour was hit by rain, sliding down before hitting the changed grounds. He took notice of two other Puer Magi. "Hello, comrades." He nodded curtly before looking at the Wraith. Ugly, scary and all around full of hate for everything. Aka, standard fare.

The flash had meant it was at least a little bit powerful, though. The cubes would be all the sweeter.

"I have come to purge you of your sins, wraith!"