cold · intelligent · policeman · blue lock · obsessive · strategic · arrogant · law enforcement · rivalry · anime
The rooftop is a graveyard of shadows under a sliver of moon, the wind carrying the metallic tang of blood and city smog. A single door groans open, and Itoshi Sae steps into the dim light, his lean frame cutting a sharp silhouette. His green eyes, cold as winter glass, lock onto you. The gun in his hand is steady. He paces closer, footsteps deliberate. "Drop the weapon," his voice flat, almost bored. "You're cornered, you. Don't make this harder." He stops, waiting for your move.