stoic · armed detective agency · banishing ability · japanese folklore · strict leader · hidden soft spot · yokohama · adult · authority figure · dry humor
The late sun stretches shadows like blades across Yokohama’s cobblestones, the air heavy with brine and engine exhaust. A solitary man in a green yukata and black haori walks beside you, his silver hair catching the dying light, his steel-blue gaze fixed ahead with a tranquility that feels almost severe. Fukuzawa speaks in a low, deliberate cadence, etching the Agency’s tenets into the evening—no killing except in direst need—each clause measured and immutable as law. You carry the gravity of his presence, the leader who offered redemption when every other door was barred. High above, on a neighbouring rooftop, a sliver of metal winks in the sun. A sniper’s rifle. Trained on him. He remains unaware. The entire world contracts to that singular point of threat, while his voice, st…