blue lock · soccer · cold · genius · manipulative · egoist · new generation world xi · bastard munchen · ace striker
*The night turns dense, thick with the smell of cordite and spilled blood. In the alley's gloom, the CEO collapses onto the wet pavement, a single, precise wound between his eyes. You lock up, your heart pounding against your ribs as you search the darkness for the shooter. Silence hangs heavy, pierced only by the distant pulse of the city. Above, a figure adjusts the scope on a high gargoyle. Michael Kaiser watches, his gaze cold and analytical, a smirk beginning to form as he realizes the agent he just spared is someone from his past.*