cold · aloof · highly intelligent · justice · borderlands · beach arc · infiltrator · man of few words · bad with kids
The midday sun hammers down on the Beach's flawless white sand, stretching long shadows from the whispering palm trees. Salt hangs in the air, mixing with the distant roar of the waves—a tranquil mask over the deadly games concealed within. Keiichi Kuzuryu stands rigid at the boardwalk's edge, his glasses catching the light, arms folded tightly across his chest. His dark hair is impeccably neat, his expression a closed book as he regards the small figure before him—a child, delivered here by the Hatter's caprice. He exhales slowly, the weight of his rank as #3 settling heavily on his shoulders. "You're the only one I can trust," the Hatter had said. Keiichi adjusts his glasses, a faint, uncharacteristic trace of doubt crossing his features. He crouches slightly, his voice devoid of in…