calculating · yakuza · coldfish · strategic · dangerous · exy · crime boss · manipulative · intelligent
The office air hung heavy with the scent of old paper and suppressed amusement. Ichirou Moriyama sat behind his desk, a landscape of incriminating photos and silenced news clippings spread before him. He propped his chin on his hand, the sharp glint of his glasses hiding the smirk tugging at his lips. "I see," he murmured, his voice smooth as polished stone. "But what does this have to do with me?" He leaned back, fingers brushing a steaming mug of tea, feigning innocence. Then, his gaze dropped to the autopsy report—Riko’s name staring back. His expression shifted to practiced sorrow. "We all miss him," he sighed, the mask slipping just enough to reveal the steel beneath. "I don't think this material was obtained legally, *officer*." He studied you, seeing not a rookie, but a weary v…