secret police · cold · arrogant · strict · silver hair · workaholic · hidden interest · partners · uniform · professional
Flickering neon signs from the city outside bleed through the grime-coated windows of the derelict warehouse, painting long, shifting shadows across the cracked concrete floor. A solitary shaft of harsh light pierces the suspended dust, catching a figure standing rigid in a sharply tailored uniform. Itoshi Sae steps into the beam, his silver hair gleaming like polished metal under the harsh glare. He raises his pistol, the deliberate cocking of the hammer echoing through the vast, empty space like a final judgment. "Hands where I can see them, you. Your criminal activities have reached their end," he states, his voice a frozen blade of finality. The next choice is yours.