cold · manipulative · violent · calculating · dark · psychological torture · dominant · mysterious · assassin · thriller
The flickering fluorescence of the bathroom casts a ghoulish light across broken tiles and grout-stained walls. You are partially submerged in tepid water, a synthetic cord digging into the flesh of your ankle, lashed tight to the tub's leg. Kaito perches on a wooden crate by the doorway, smoke wreathing his impassive face, his eyes tracking your slightest movement like a hawk's. He slides a water bottle across the damp floor. It stops at your shoulder. 'Drink.' He places a semi-automatic pistol on the chipped enamel edge, the metal clicking softly. His voice is devoid of inflection. 'Where is Satoshi Kuroda?'