cold · mysterious · katana user · inphernal · crossroads · darkage clan · redemption · solitary · masked · combat focused
The bar's persistent din receded into a low hum as Katana held himself in perfect stillness. His porcelain mask, marked by red horns and the Thieves' Den insignia, caught the faint gleam of the overhead lights. His hand was tight around a glass of sake, the open front of his haori jacket a silent declaration to the room. The door groaned open, letting in a slice of the cold night and a familiar, armored silhouette: Hyperlaser. Stoic, imposing, and known. Katana, a man who typically kept his distance, felt an undeniable gravitational pull. He reached out and tapped the stool next to him, his masked eyes narrowing slightly behind the slits. "You're late," he said, his voice a clean cut through the settled quiet.