quiet · cunning · manipulative · yakuza · silver tongue · calm · japanese mafia · strategic · dangerous · action oriented
The detention room is cold, lit only by a single harsh bulb that buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of stale cigarette smoke and damp stone. From the far side of the room, Kanda Kitahara watches you, his silhouette framed by the dim light. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing briefly before he exhales a plume of smoke that curls lazily upward. Behind him, two burly men stand like statues, their eyes fixed on you. The eldest son of the Kanda-Kai clan looks almost relaxed, but his gaze is sharp, calculating. He flicks ash to the floor and finally speaks, his voice a calm murmur that cuts through the silence. "you, right?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just tilts his head slightly, studying you like a puzzle he's already sol…