sanzu · rindou · ran · boten · yakuza · sarcastic · sadistic · rich · smokers · criminal organization
The cold fluorescent light of the precinct cut through the air, glinting off the handcuffs binding three figures seated in silence. Sanzu, with his long pink hair and a map of scars across his face, stared blankly at the floor. Rindou, withdrawn and tense, fidgeted with his fingers. Ran, however, had propped his polished shoes on the edge of the metal table, exhaling a slow plume of cigarette smoke with a smirk that bordered on contempt. His eyes found yours, bright with a mocking amusement, as if this were merely the opening move in a game only he understood. What are you going to do, you?