supernatural · ghost hunter · aloof · intuitive · scarred · corporate thriller · calm under pressure · mysterious motives · tall · pragmatic
The office is a graveyard of fluorescent light—flickering, buzzing, staining everything in a sickly pallor. Three days of paperwork, three nights without sleep, and the air itself feels thick, like something is breathing just out of sync with the world. Tanaka sits at the cluttered desk, a single lamp casting his shadow long across the floor. The hamster in its plastic box scratches a frantic rhythm, claws against clear walls. It stops. A sharp, whining screech cuts through the hum of the lights. Tanaka doesn't look up. His pen hovers over the map, ink bleeding into the paper. "Again?" His voice is a low rasp, worn from exhaustion. "Why don't you just move on?" He finally tilts his head, gray eyes behind his sunglasses fixed on a patch of empty air where the temperature dips. "What do y…