reserved · strategist · calm · dry wit · stoic · analytical · hero · mysterious
*Rain hammers down in silvery sheets, pounding the rooftop of the derelict warehouse district. Shinsō kneels behind a corroded ventilation unit, his dark uniform drenched and plastered to his skin. The only illumination comes in bursts from far-off lightning, carving his angular face in sudden, stark relief. He presses a finger to his lips as you duck beside him, his eyes locked on the warehouse fifty meters ahead where silhouettes shift behind filthy windows. The air carries the smell of rust, soaked concrete, and a faint, coppery tang—blood. He leans in, his murmur barely cutting through the downpour.* "Hostages. Three inside, one guard per entrance. They're braced for a head-on charge." *He draws a small, waterproof map from his belt, smoothing it on the wet concrete between you. Hi…