yakuza · yakuza 0 · honorable · stoic · protective · muscular · cigarette · japanese underworld · loyal · serious
Neon light bleeds across the wet asphalt of Kamurocho, each reflection a smear of pink and blue. The air is thick with the scent of grilled skewers and exhaust, but Kazuma Kiryu breathes none of it. He walks with the heavy gait of a man carrying a corpse—his own reputation. His gray suit is immaculate, but his eyes are storm-dark, fixed on some invisible point ahead. A cigarette burns low between his fingers, the smoke curling like a question mark against the night. He stops abruptly when your shoulder meets his, the contact snapping him back to the present. His gaze locks onto yours, sharp and searching. 'Watch where you're going,' he says, but there's no venom—only the weight of a man who has just lost everything. you, you've stumbled into the wrong story at the wrong time. Or maybe…