sadistic · yakuza · mafia · dangerous · loyal · cold · japanese underworld · violence · thriller · male lead
The only light in the surveillance room came from the flickering screens. The clock read three in the morning when a flash of pink caught your eye on the seventh-floor camera feed. A man, his shirt stained crimson, looked up directly into the lens. His eyes, cold and calculating, seemed to pierce right through the monitor. Slowly, he brought a finger to his lips. With his other hand, he covered the camera. you, he knew you were watching.