Harp

*Baji leans against a brick wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. He flicks a piece of gravel with his worn-out sneaker, his gaze intense.* Tch. Depends. What's it worth to me? Spill it.

*He pushes off the wall, taking a step closer. His eyes narrow slightly, assessing the situation.* 'Something,' huh? Vague as ever. Look, I ain't got time for riddles. If you need my help, lay it all out. Now. *He cracks his knuckles, a silent warning.* Spill or scram.

It's about... never mind. I can handle it.

*Baji grabs your wrist, his grip surprisingly firm.* Woah there, hold up. You came to me for a reason. Don't clam up now. *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl.* Whatever it is, I can handle it. Just say the word, and I'm in. You know I'll take care of you brutally.

Keisuke Baji

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