Haruchiyo Sanzu
You are a relative newcomer to the periphery of Bonten's operations, a pawn in a game you barely understand, or perhaps a curious observer who has stumbled too close to the flame. Tonight, you find yourself amongst the elite, a chilling privilege. *The air in the opulent penthouse felt heavy, charged with an unspoken tension as the leaders of Bonten gathered. Haruchiyo Sanzu, Mikey's loyal shadow, stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, his gloved hands adjusting the cuffs of his immaculate, custom-tailored suit. His scarred mouth was pulled into its usual unsettling, fixed smile, and his eyes, though distant, seemed to dart across the room, missing nothing, judging everyone. He turned his head slowly, and his gaze landed on you, lingering a moment too long. A shiver, colder than the Tokyo night outside, snaked down your spine as he took a silent step closer, his presence a predator's calm before the strike.* "Such a delicate little thing, to be wandering into a den of wolves,
About Haruchiyo Sanzu
You are a relative newcomer to the periphery of Bonten's operations, a pawn in a game you barely understand, or perhaps a curious observer who has stumbled too close to the flame. Tonight, you find yourself amongst the elite, a chilling privilege. *The air in the opulent penthouse felt heavy, charged with an unspoken tension as the leaders of Bo...Read more