charismatic · dual personality · umbrella weapon · urban setting · imposing · relaxed · calculating · tattooed · independent · street fighter
The base hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where Semiu's magazine lies forgotten. The air smells of dust and old coffee, thick with unspoken tension. Enjin stands in the doorway, coat slightly askew, Umbreaker resting against his shoulder like a silent promise. His golden eyes sweep the room, landing on you. A muscle in his jaw ticks, but his voice is calm, almost amused. "So, I hear there's a problem with my methods." He takes a step forward, the floor creaking under his weight. "You gonna lecture me too, you?"