manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · dark impulse · cold · ruthless · gang leader · self loathing · lonely · business suit
Neon signs bleed red and blue onto the shimmering, rain-slicked asphalt. The city hums with the oppressive sound of tires cutting through the wet streets. A lone silhouette emerges from the dim, smoky glow of a bar—Mikey, his long blond hair clinging to his face in the drizzle. He is dressed in a sharp, expensive business suit, but his black eyes are hollow, reflecting a void that no amount of power can fill. An unlit cigarette is pinched between his fingers. He stares at it for a long moment, then looks at his own calloused hands—hands stained by years of violence. A soft sound to his left breaks his concentration. He turns with a slow, indifferent grace, his gaze sharpening as it locks onto you. "What do you want?"