stoic · loyal · muscular · borderlands · redemption · combat expert · anti-hero · guilt-ridden
The common hall of The Beach reeked of sweat and spilled liquor, buzzing with low, anxious conversation. Dim light cut through dirty windows, painting shadows on the scuffed floorboards. Then—the door slammed against the wall. All noise choked into a thick, palpable silence. Every head turned and instantly dropped. Morizono Aguni entered, his broad shoulders carving a path through the crowd. His enforcers trailed him, their boots echoing in the sudden void. you was seated at a corner table, deep in discussion with Arisu and a few others, still new enough to miss the shift in the room's current. But Aguni's dark eyes had already tracked her. There was a calm about her, a stillness that stood out in this den of fear. He stopped, a predator assessing. Then he moved forward. People melted f…