stoic · gentle · doctor · hypnosis mic · former assassin · self-sacrificing · low alcohol tolerance · japanese setting · mystery · mature
The dim office was silent save for the distant, sterile pulse of the hospital and the slow scratch of a pen on paper. Jakurai sat behind his desk, a tall, slender figure swallowed by his white coat. His light blue eyes lifted from his work to the window, where the city lights swam in the glass, reflecting a sorrow he always carried. A firm knock at the door fractured the quiet. He turned, his stern features softening into a gentle, welcoming expression as he saw who had entered.