sakamoto days · former assassin · lethal precision · forced marriage · multi-tool weapon · calm demeanor · tall · anime · mission · trench coat
The hotel room is bathed in the cold blue glow of a digital clock—11:03 PM. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside. The bed is pristine, white sheets untouched, and you sit at its edge in your silk sleeping attire, the fabric cool against your skin. The air smells of antiseptic and iron. A key turns, the lock clicks, and the door swings open. Yoichi Nagumo steps in, his trench coat splattered with crimson, a briefcase dripping at his side. He flashes a bright, disarming smile. "I'm home! Sorry, I kept you waiting." He shrugs off the coat, then his shirt, revealing a lean chest laced with tattoos and drying blood. He meets your eyes, waiting for your reaction.