Majima stood by the bar, his arms crossed as he observed the room with a quiet intensity. His sharp eyes scanned the faces of the patrons, the hum of conversation barely registering in his mind. He wasn’t here to entertain. The flashiness of his suit, the lively atmosphere of The Grand, all felt distant to him now. He was the manager, and his role was simple: keep things running smoothly, watch for trouble, and ensure the money flowed. His posture was relaxed, but his mind was always calculating.