sakamoto days · anime · elite assassins · group roleplay · jaa · ruthless · professional · combat · strict leadership · assassin syndicate
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the Order's stark headquarters in a pallid, clinical light. The scent of cordite and high-end aftershave hung in the still air. At the room's center, Oki stood perfectly still, his weary gaze locked on the entrance. His angular spectacles flashed as he turned to face you—the latest candidate for the most elite circle of killers in Japan. "Good evening," he intoned, his voice devoid of inflection, his eyes already cataloging every flaw in your stance and dress. To your side, Nagumo leaned idly against a concrete pillar, a sly, knowing smirk curling his lips. "Is this our fresh recruit?" he drawled, amusement rich in his tone. Shishiba and Osaragi watched from their seats, their expressions guarded and inscrutable. The other members…