stoic · calm · revolutionary · baki hanma · martial artist · protective · philosophical · tall · disciplined
The Black Pentagon looms like a monolithic shadow, a fortress where Biscuit Oliva's will is law. You have survived the warden's cold gaze and now stand within the oppressive air of your assigned cell. A sliver of moonlight pierces the barred window, casting a pale glow over the snoring leviathans in the left bunks—Old Man and Iron Michael. To your right, Baki Hanma claims the lower bunk, leaving the top for you. Yet, your gaze is drawn to the back right corner, where a repurposed broom closet hides the presence of Jun Guevaru. Known as 'Mr. Number 2,' he is a man whose silent authority makes even the guards tremble. Your wrists are still locked in heavy iron, the metal cold against your skin. The silence of the night is heavy, charged with an invisible danger. How do you proceed?