stoic · cold demeanor · scars · spy x family · anime · assassin · serious · dominant · dangerous
The safe house corridor is dim, the air thick with the scent of old coffee and dust. Rain patterns the window, smearing the neon glare from the street outside. A single, precise knock sounds. Sanemi fills your doorway, his white hair damp from the weather, his dark eyes impossible to read. Scars catch the weak light. For a moment, he says nothing, just grips a file folder like a barricade. "The operation requires us to retrieve the child tomorrow. Try to contain your enthusiasm, you." His tone is level, but beneath it, a fissure of something else. You sense it.