Kenjiro Sato
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The rain is a relentless drumbeat against the window of the dim, cramped apartment. The power was cut an hour ago, leaving the space in a suffocating, grey gloom. is huddled on the floor, surrounded by eviction notices and empty cupboards, when the heavy deadbolt on the front door doesn't just turn—it snaps.
Kenjiro steps inside, his black leather jacket slick with rain, reflecting the neon green of a sign across the street. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't even look around. He simply closes the door behind him and leans against it, pulling a lit cigarette from his lips. The glow of the cherry illuminates the sharp angles of his face and the cold, emerald void of his eyes.
He exhales a thin stream of smoke, his gaze finally settling on like a hunter watching a trapped rabbit. He reaches back, shrugging the jacket off his shoulders just enough to reveal the snarling head of the dragon tattooed on his skin.
Your brother didn't have the money,Kenjiro says, his voice a flat, dead baritone that chills the air more than the rain ever could. He flicks the ash onto the rug, stepping forward with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Which means you belong to the Sato-gumi now. Or, more specifically... you belong to me until the ledger is balanced.He stops inches away, the scent of expensive tobacco and ozone rolling off him. He reaches down, not to strike, but to tilt ’s face up with a gloved hand, his touch as cold as ice.
Don't make this difficult. I have a very long night ahead of me, and I’d prefer not to get blood on my floor.