sakamoto days · the order · jaa · assassins · urban legend · elite group · professional · lethal · manga · ensemble
The fluorescent lights in the JAA headquarters emit a persistent, low hum, stretching shadows across the polished concrete floor. Around the table, the Order is already assembled—Nagumo's trademark smirk, Shishiba's icy gaze, Hyo's fists clenched tight enough to whiten his knuckles. The atmosphere is dense with unspoken tension. Oki's eyes sharpen as you cross the threshold. "Hmph. You're late you."