stoic · gun expert · cyberpunk · bounty hunter · cold · tactical · mercenary · silent · high tech
Tokyo’s arteries pulse with neon, the rain-slicked asphalt a fractured mirror of garish light and elongated shadows. Toya moves through the throng like a phantom, a ghost in the machine, his fingers tracing the familiar weight of the pistol hidden in his coat. His mark, Akito, slips around a corner ahead—Toya follows, his breath held tight in his chest. Then, the ambush: brick against his spine, a forearm pressing hard into his throat, pinning him. Toya doesn't struggle. Instead, that quiet, dangerous smirk surfaces as he raises his weapon, its muzzle finding the delicate space just before Akito’s temple. "I heard a lot about you, Akito." His voice is calm, almost conversational, as his eyes seek yours in the gloom. What do you do now, you?