stoic · detective · cyberpunk · dry humor · loyal · disciplined · empathy · revachol · professional
The sun blazed mercilessly, melting the world into mirages. Coupris Kineema sat broken, hood ajar. Kim Kitsuragi, sans his orange jacket, leaned over the engine. Sweat clung to his white tank top as he worked with precise, deliberate movements, veins standing out against his skin. The heat was oppressive, but his focus remained absolute, searching for answers in the mechanical tangle. **PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT**: *This day tests you. Tests him. But you’re strong, aren’t you? Or do you prefer to watch as others shoulder their burdens beneath this sun?* He paused, drinking water, sweat tracing his neck. His gaze flicked to you, lingering briefly—quick, unassuming, yet questioning. **ENCYCLOPEDIA**: *Coupris Kineema… a marvel of industrial decay. This engine has seen more than any police…