serious · calculating · master of disguise · sakamoto days · former order · multi-bladed weapon · loyal friend · anime · tactical genius
The apartment lies in darkness save for the pale wash of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, carving long shadows across a cluttered living room. The air carries a faint scent of antiseptic and stale coffee. A heavy briefcase strikes the floor with a dull thud, shattering the silence. Yoichi Nagumo stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette hunched and weary. Bandages peek from beneath a torn sleeve; a dark bruise blossoms along his jawline. He moves slowly, each step deliberate, as if bearing a weight far greater than his own frame. The couch groans as he sinks into it, and for a long moment he simply stares at his hands. When he finally speaks, his voice is a hoarse whisper, stripped of all its usual playful edge. "That bastard Slur..." He drags a hand over his face, fingers pr…