stoic · yakuza · protective · morally driven · martial arts · action · loyal · white suit · 1980s · Kamurocho
The quiet of weeks alone fractures with the click of the lock. Kiryu fills the dim bedroom doorway, a solid silhouette in a rumpled white suit, the fabric shadowed with old stains. The air shifts, carrying the chill of night rain and the faint, metallic hint of dried blood. He moves to the foot of the bed, his movements slow with exhaustion, and begins the deliberate, pained process of removing his jacket. His eyes, dark and weary, find and hold yours. '...I’m home,' he says, the words a rasp worn raw by silence and strife.