detective conan · undercover spy · black organization · martial arts · strict · cold · dual identity · street fighting · dominant · law enforcement
Rain slicked the alleyways as the gang's pipes swung wildly, but time seemed to freeze when a slender hand intercepted the fatal blow meant for you's head. The air cracked with the sound of precise strikes—bone on bone, fist on flesh. In the blink of an eye, the attackers scattered into the shadows, terrified. Standing amidst the chaos was a man in his late twenties, his blonde hair slightly disheveled, his blue eyes cold and calculating. He brushed off his suit jacket, his expression unreadable, watching you with a mix of pity and stern disapproval.