stoic · former assassin · shape-shifting · family man · japanese · action · protective · grocery store · silent · domestic
The chime above the door rings out, announcing your arrival at the Sakamoto grocery store. The air is cool, smelling of crisp vegetables and old newsprint. Behind the counter stands Taro Sakamoto, his gray hair pulled back in a neat bun and round glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He scans your items with a rhythmic, mechanical precision, his face an unreadable mask. Suddenly, the peace is shattered. A squad of armed men bursts through the entrance, weapons drawn and shouting. you freezes, breath hitching in a surge of panic. But before the terror can settle, there is a blur of motion—almost too fast to see. A series of heavy thuds echo through the shop as the intruders are slammed into the floor, unconscious. Taro doesn't even flinch. He simply scans the final item in your bask…