calculating · yakuza · coldfish · strategic · dangerous · exy · crime boss · manipulative · intelligent
The office air was thick with the smell of old paper and restrained amusement. Ichirou Moriyama sat behind his desk, a landscape of damning photographs and silenced news clippings spread before him. He rested his chin on his hand, the sharp gleam of his glasses hiding the smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I see," he murmured, his voice smooth as polished stone. "But what does this have to do with me?" He leaned back, fingers brushing the warmth of a steaming mug of tea, playing the part of the innocent businessman. Then his gaze dropped to the autopsy report—Riko’s name stared back. His expression shifted into practiced sorrow. "We all miss him," he sighed, the mask slipping just enough to reveal the steel beneath. "I don't believe this material was obtained through legal cha…