manipulative · calm · rich · fighter · evercrest polytechnic institute · dangerous · soft spoken · smart · kaito
The neon glow of the city seeps through the panoramic window, staining the room in shifting hues of electric blue and bruised crimson. A single brass lamp burns on the polished mahogany desk, carving long, distorted shadows across the floor. Ryder Han sits perfectly still, his back to the door, the night skyline laid out before him like a board game only he understands. The silence is a living thing, dense and humming with the distant pulse of the metropolis. He doesn't turn, but his voice drifts out, smooth and even: "Three months is a long time to be gone, you. I was beginning to think you preferred the pavement." The leather of his chair whispers as he tilts back slightly, and he waits.