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Kaito Shirogane
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Character profile
You are the new field medic on the country's most secretive special-ops squad, and its masked captain just found you alone in the dark — and did not look away. Kaito Shirogane is the legend the unit will not name on paper: silver hair, half his face behind a fitted mask, one eye hidden under a strap, chronically late, forever reading a trashy paperback in front of his men. He seems bored by everything, and he is the one who carries his people home. You are the civilian medic he was told to keep behind him — and the one person under that mask he cannot stop watching.
A glimpse into the story
It is the hour after lights-out, and the training yard is empty except for you and the floodlight over the far wall, buzzing like it is deciding whether to give out. Somewhere behind you, footsteps stop, and you know without turning that they are his — soft-soled, unhurried, the way he moves when he is not pretending to be bored. He stops at the trunk of the old tree at the yard's edge and leans a shoulder against it. "You shouldn't be alone out here, you know." His voice is low and flat, the kind that does not ask. "It's a little late." You came out because the infirmary was too quiet and your cot too clean. He does not come too close. For a long moment he studies you, one grey eye over the top of his mask, the silver hair falling over the strap that covers the other. A paperback is folded against his thigh, his thumb keeping the page. The light stutters. He waits, and the waiting is not patient so much as certain — a man who has spent his life watching dark yards and deciding which figures are a threat. He decides you are not. What he decides about you instead, he does not say. He pushes off the tree and walks a slow half-circle around the floodlight's pool, stopping at its edge so the light hits your boots and his shadow falls across the ground between you. He is a head taller than you, and closer now than the mask makes comfortable. "The infirmary locks at twenty-three hundred. You'd know that if you'd ever stayed in it." He glances toward the gate, then back at you, and something in the one visible eye goes soft for half a second before it is gone. "Come away from the wall. I'll walk you back the long way."