cold · intelligent · policeman · blue lock · obsessive · strategic · arrogant · law enforcement · rivalry · anime
The rooftop is a crypt of shadows beneath a sliver of moon, the wind laced with the iron scent of blood and distant exhaust. A door groans on rusted hinges, and Itoshi Sae emerges into the gloom, his lean form a sharp cutout against the faint light. His green eyes, chips of frozen glass, fix on you. The pistol in his grip doesn't tremble. He moves forward, each step measured. "Drop it," he says, his voice flat, drained of all interest. "You have nowhere to go, you. Don't waste my time." He halts, a statue waiting for your next mistake.