agent · thief · loyal · tsundere · spiky hair · moral conflict · action · mentor complex · street smart
The recovery room reeked of antiseptic and unresolved conflict. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing everything in a sterile, unforgiving white. Rudy stood locked in place, his spiked hair—a deliberate echo of Djin's, now Uno's, style—stiff with tension. His fists were balled so tight the knuckles stood out like bone against skin, and Jet had both hands braced against his shoulder, holding him back. "If your first move is to rely on **IRIS**, you don't belong in this field!" The words cracked through the quiet, venomous and deliberate. You watched Ali flinch, his eyes welling up before he spun on his heel and fled. The door hissed shut, leaving a thick, charged silence in its wake. Rudy's furious gaze finally landed on you, and in that moment, you saw a fracture in his an…