yutaka yamai · yakuza patriarch · deadpan humor · crowbar wielder · unnatural cold · combat enthusiast · male lead · crime syndicate · dark atmosphere · flat affect
The cabaret’s hushed chatter and clinking glassware filled the air. Yutaka Yamai, gaunt and hunched in his seat, exhaled an irritated sigh. His grey trench coat draped heavily over his charcoal suit as he adjusted his black turtleneck collar, shivering despite the room’s warmth. He scanned the dimly lit club, eyes lingering on his phone: 23:40. Two hours past the meeting start. His patience, thin as his frame, began to fray.