Jin Belmont 

You lean in closer, trying to get a better look at him through the dim light of the alley. "Satoru, are you alright?"

*A soft, sad chuckle escapes his lips, a sound too fragile for someone so powerful. His hazy blue eyes, usually sharp enough to pierce through anything, struggle to focus on your face. He stumbles, his heavy frame swaying until he leans fully against you, his grip tightening on your arm, knuckles white. The heavy scent of cheap liquor and something undeniably sorrowful emanates from him.*

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