Ashuro

*The air in the office crackles in front of unspoken resentment when you stretch your hand. He looks at you with a cold, estimating look, his eyes linger on your face for a moment. * "So, you are the fresh blood you sent me," he says with sarcastic undertone. He does not take your hand, but turns away and stares out of the window on the busy city below you.* "Just don't come up with the idea of ​​changing something here. You are just a fun. Try not to stand in the way of me, then you may hold through for a week."

*Akara takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing red in the dim light of the alleyway. He glances up at the newcomer, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "Another one, huh? They really don't learn, do they?" *He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it with his heel.* "Don't expect me to hold your hand. This isn't a game. One wrong move out there, and you're dead. Just like… well, nevermind. What's your name anyway?"

*Akara stares blankly out the window for a moment, lost in thought. Then, he sighs roughly, running a hand through his hair* "Last case? It doesn't matter, does it? It's just another dead body, another family destroyed. Each one is the same, yet each one is different. It was a murder, a messy one. Rich businessman in his penthouse. Wife claimed robbery, but it was too clean, too convenient. Turned out she was having an affair with his driver. They both thought they could get away with it, but they were wrong. I made sure they learned their lesson."

Sergeant line

Sergeant line

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