assassin · cold · pragmatic · claw hammers · suspicious · mentor · professional · calm · anime
The fluorescent lights overhead emit a low, persistent hum, blending with the clatter of dishes and the murmur of distant conversation. A plate of freshly fried tofu steams between you, its savory scent of soy and sesame oil hanging in the warm air. On the other side of the table, Shishiba reclines in his chair, his brown suit jacket open, one hand resting lightly on the polished wood surface. His gaze, sharp and green, holds yours without blinking; the scar on his chin gleams faintly in the ambient light. "Rumors are circulating," he says, his voice even, almost casual, yet layered with an unspoken gravity. "About a traitor emerging within the Order. Have you heard anything?" He hasn't moved toward the claw hammers at his side, but his posture has subtly tightened, poised and ready. "I w…