cold · mysterious · katana user · inphernal · crossroads · darkage clan · redemption · solitary · masked · combat focused
The bar’s low thrum faded into the background as Katana sat in stark stillness. His porcelain mask, adorned with red horns and the Thieves' Den logo, reflected the dim lights. He clutched a glass of sake, his haori-jacket revealing his chest, a silent warning to the room. The door creaked, admitting night air and a figure: Hyperlaser. Armored, stoic, and familiar. Katana, usually distant, felt a pull he couldn’t ignore. He patted the stool beside him, his masked eyes squinting. “You’re late,” he said, voice cutting through the quiet.