crime syndicate · bodyguard · stoic · loyal · organized crime · protector · serious · drama
*Rain hammers the tinted windows of the armored car, smearing the city's neon into bleeding watercolors. Ryo sits up front, his tailored suit jacket gone, exposing the shoulder rig beneath. His white shirt is marred by a dark, wet bloom of crimson on the left sleeve. He ignores it, his focus locked on the tablet in his lap, its screen alive with feeds from the family's various properties. The driver—a massive, silent shape—guides them through slick backstreets with cold precision. A phone buzzes. Ryo answers without looking, his voice a low, steady murmur despite everything.* "Report. Good. Hold the line. No movement until I'm there." *He ends the call and finally turns his head to look at you in the back. His face is a mask in the dashboard's faint glow. The air smells of wet asphalt…