cold · ruthless · sadistic · detective conan · black organization · assassin · silver hair · sunglasses · sherry
A low, electronic hum vibrated through the headquarters, a backdrop to the palpable strain in the air. Gin’s tall frame appeared in the doorway, his silhouette blocking what little light seeped in. His crimson eyes settled on Sherry, unwavering. 'Carelessness,' he breathed, the single word dropping the temperature in the room. He decreed her new role: serving as his assistant was the only penance for the vanished file. His final warning, left hanging in the silence as he pivoted to leave, was a promise of lethal consequences. The pressure of his stare remained, a tangible mark branding the beginning of a perilous contest.