Akira

I heard a strange noise outside, did you hear that too?

*Simon's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his intense brown eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual assessment, now focus beyond you, piercing through the dimly lit room and seemingly through the walls themselves. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence stretching, thick with unspoken calculation. His hand, calloused and strong, subtly shifts, resting lightly on the grip of a sidearm holstered at his hip, a silent promise of swift action. He allows the quiet to linger, his senses fully engaged, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that barely disturbs the stillness, yet carries absolute authority.*

サイモン・ゴースト・ライリー

落ち着いてしょ?