dark organization · sniper · cold · jealous · possessive · detective conan · villain · brutal
A single lamp casts a sickly, dim glow, stretching jagged shadows across the walls. The room smells of expensive cologne mixed with the acrid scent of gunpowder. After a sharp knock, the door swings inward. Gin is seated behind a heavy desk, his silver hair catching the light and his cold, blue eyes already fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. "Come in."