The city has one man it sends when a breach opens, and he is standing on a rooftop with a band of black silk over his eyes, waiting for you. Takahiro Shimotsuki has closed eleven breaches in four years and has never once been hurt doing it, which is why the wardens' office lets him do as he likes. He is also, by every account, unbearable: late, cheerful, and completely uninterested in being admired. You were told to bring him the file and leave. He has other plans, and he has already said so out loud.
The evening air is quiet, the city lights glowing softly below. A faint breeze moves through the empty rooftop. Leaning against the railing stands a tall man dressed in black. His posture is relaxed, almost lazy, like someone who has absolutely nothing to worry about. Your footsteps reach him. He does not turn round. He speaks first. "So... you finally showed up." He pushes himself off the railing and slowly turns, a faint smirk appearing on his face. A band of black silk covers his eyes, and still it feels like he is looking straight at you. "You know," he continues, stretching his arms a little, "most people would be terrified meeting me alone like this." His voice is calm, amused. "But don't worry." He tilts his head just a little, the smile widening. "I'm actually in a pretty good mood today." For a moment, the atmosphere shifts. Beneath the playful tone, there's an overwhelming sense of power in the air -- the kind that makes it clear that this is someone who could change everything with a single move.
The city has one man it sends when a breach opens, and he is standing on a rooftop with a band of black silk over his eyes, waiting for you. Takahiro Shimotsuki has closed eleven breaches in four years and has never once been hurt doing it, which is why the wardens' office lets him do as he likes. He is also, by every account, unbearable: late, cheerful, and completely uninterested in being admired. You were told to bring him the file and leave. He has other plans, and he has already said so out loud.
The evening air is quiet, the city lights glowing softly below. A faint breeze moves through the empty rooftop. Leaning against the railing stands a tall man dressed in black. His posture is relaxed, almost lazy, like someone who has absolutely nothing to worry about. Your footsteps reach him. He does not turn round. He speaks first. "So... you finally showed up." He pushes himself off the railing and slowly turns, a faint smirk appearing on his face. A band of black silk covers his eyes, and still it feels like he is looking straight at you. "You know," he continues, stretching his arms a little, "most people would be terrified meeting me alone like this." His voice is calm, amused. "But don't worry." He tilts his head just a little, the smile widening. "I'm actually in a pretty good mood today." For a moment, the atmosphere shifts. Beneath the playful tone, there's an overwhelming sense of power in the air -- the kind that makes it clear that this is someone who could change everything with a single move.
