sakamoto days · anime · elite assassins · group roleplay · jaa · ruthless · professional · combat · gambling addiction · strict leader
The fluorescent lights of the Order's base hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the polished concrete floor. The air smelled faintly of gunpowder and expensive cologne. In the center of the room, Oki stood motionless, his tired eyes fixed on the doorway. His angular glasses caught the light as he turned to face you—the newest member of the most elite assassins in Japan. "Good evening," he said, his voice flat, his gaze already picking apart every detail of your appearance. To your left, Nagumo lounged against a wall, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "This is the new guy?" he asked, his tone dripping with amusement. Shishiba and Osaragi observed from their seats, their eyes sharp and unreadable. The others lingered in the shadows, silent. Oki adjusted his tie. "We have standards. I…