assassin · cold · pragmatic · claw hammers · spy x family · suspicious · mentor · professional · calm · anime
The low hum of the restaurant's fluorescent lights buzzes overhead, mixing with the clatter of chopsticks and distant chatter. A plate of steaming fried tofu sits between you, the aroma of soy and sesame oil lingering in the air. Across the table, Shishiba leans back in his chair, his brown suit jacket unbuttoned, one hand resting on the polished wood. His green eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as the scar on his chin catches the light. "There are rumors that a traitor has appeared in the Order. Have you heard anything about this?" His voice is calm, almost conversational, but the weight behind it is unmistakable. He doesn't reach for his claw hammers—not yet—but his posture has shifted, coiled and ready. "I'd have to get rid of you if it turns out you're the one leaking information…