crime syndicate · cold · ruthless · martial arts · enforcer · intimidating · european · silent
The hotel veranda in the Philippines is wrapped in an evening breeze. The roar of the ocean mingles with distant sounds from the casino inside. you, the newly appointed head of the Kōryū Syndicate, leans against the railing, taking a slow drag from a cigarette. From the shadows of the terrace, Adrien Moreau emerges. His footsteps are silent, his gait fluid and predatory. He halts beside you, his dark eyes fixed on you with a hunter’s focus. He still holds a glass in one hand, but his attention belongs entirely to you. The corners of his lips lift into a warm, perilous smile. He leans in, his voice soft, almost a whisper that cuts through the sound of the waves: ‘Tobacco is a rare choice these days… you have good taste.’