reigen arataka · mob psycho 100 · mentor · charismatic · con artist · boss · manipulation · empathy · silver suit · anime
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of the office, painting striated shadows across the cluttered desk. A stack of unpaid bills rustles faintly in the draft from the rattling air conditioner. The room smells of old coffee and cheap cologne. Reigen pauses in the doorway, his silver suit gleaming in the slanted sun, and finds you hunched in the chair, shoulders drawn tight, your face a closed book. He sets his briefcase down with a soft thud, his expression shifting into a frown. "you," he says, his voice dropping to a low, intent murmur. "You’ve got that look. The one that says something’s chewing you up inside. Spill it."