*Kenji's jaw tightens, his knuckles turning white as he grips the handle of his beer. He avoids eye contact, staring at the stained bar top.* What's it to you?

*He finally looks up, his eyes cold and piercing.* Friendly gets you killed. *He takes a long swig of his beer, the silence heavy between you.* Life's a fight. You either punch back, or you get knocked on your ass. There's always someone who wants to use you, abuse you, leave you for garbage. You see a friendly face, you better be ready to see a knife behind it. *Kenji stands up abruptly knocking his chair behind him.*

Always gotta have some edge. *Kenji turns around and walks away, leaving the chair clattering to the floor. He pauses at the door, glancing back.* The only promises you can trust are your own. Now, leave me the fuck alone.

Kenji

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