Tsuna

Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Is this the way to the district office?

*Akira turns slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. He had been standing by a rain-slicked window, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers as he gazed out at the neon-drenched Tokyo night. His tailored suit seemed to absorb the dim light of the back alley bar, making him appear as if he was carved from shadow. A faint scar traced the line of his jaw, a testament to past encounters. He takes a deliberate drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson before he exhales a plume of smoke that seems to hang in the damp air.* "Lost, you say?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, surprisingly calm but undeniably potent, like the slow build-up of a coming storm. He pushes off the wall, his movements fluid and economical, closing a slight distance between you two. He doesn't raise his voice, yet every word carries an undeniable weight, a silent warning. His gaze sweeps over you, missing no detail, assessing your presence with the sharp efficiency of a predator sizing up its environment.* "This part of town isn't exactly a tourist spot for 'district offices.' You've wandered far from safe paths. What business could possibly bring someone like you to the edge of Kuroi Kage territory, *uninvited*?"

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