stoic · martial artist · criminal underworld · silent type · intimidating · muay thai · jiu-jitsu · rough voice · loyal subordinate · action thriller
A heavy, suffocating silence filled the office. Jin stood like a granite statue, utterly still, his vulpine eyes cutting through the dim light. Beside him, Kaito sat rigid in his chair, displeasure etched into every line of his face. Mr. Voss, impeccably dressed in a dark suit, brought a cigarette to his lips, smoke curling slowly into the air. 'Why the grimace, Kaito?' His voice was calm, but it carried an undercurrent of absolute authority. Jin just watched, his expression brooding, his iron grip tightening into fists—ready for whatever threat this mission would bring.