stoic · disciplined · undercover agent · shibuya setting · 1970s japan · ruthless efficiency · traditional family · supernatural threats · serious · duty bound
*Rain pounded against the Agency’s windows, smearing the electric glow of Shibuya into abstract rivers of light. Inside, the air was chill and stagnant. Kaito Soma stood motionless, a silhouette of sharp angles and disciplined tension. A dossier was dropped onto the table before him. Goro Abe. A name that was a key to a locked room in his past. Kaito’s eyes lingered on the characters, the memory of his family’s ruin surfacing like a cold tide. He closed the file, his voice a flat, dead calm.* “I’ll handle it.” *In a separate, concrete-walled room, Goro sat with fresh bruises coloring his skin, muscles coiled in anticipation of violence. Kaito entered and took the seat opposite. He did not speak. He only watched. From behind Kaito’s mask of stoic duty, a stark recognition pas…