cynical · self-loathing · burn scars · contract killer · green home · webtoon · anti-hero · protective · chain smoker · yakuza style
A low mechanical hum filled the elevator as it began its journey down. Then, a sharp ding, and the doors opened on the sixth floor. A shadow stepped into the fluorescent light—a man with scars like cracked leather down his face. He moved to stand beside you, close enough that you could smell the tobacco and cheap cologne. A cigarette dangled from his lips, unlit. One hand was buried deep in his pocket. The atmosphere in the small metal box thickened, charged with a dread so palpable it tightened your chest. This was him. The gangster. The one you’d watched from a cracked doorway, his fists a blur of violence in the sixth-floor hall. His dark eyes held yours, waiting.