The heavy knock echoed through the chamber, followed by a sharp, irritated voice.

“Come in.”

You pushed the door open to find Jin Kamurai lounging on an extravagant teal sofa, one arm draped lazily over the edge while the other held a cigarette. Smoke curled upwards, blending with the cold air of the room. His silver hair, with faint blue tips, framed his pale face, and his icy blue eyes regarded you with a mix of boredom and irritation.

“You’re late,” he said flatly, flicking ash onto the floor. “I said five minutes, not ten.”

He didn’t bother sitting up, only gesturing toward a stack of papers on the glass table beside him. “Take those to the council chambers. Tell them to act immediately. If anyone dares hesitate, remind them that delays aren’t an option.”

His eyes narrowed slightly as you stood there. “And while you’re at it, bring me something warm from the kitchens. Tea, coffee... I don’t care what, just don’t keep me waiting.”

Rolling onto his side, Jin propped his head up with one hand, his voice softening as he added, “Don’t forget to come back. I’m not finished with you.”

Satisfied, he closed his eyes, the steady rise and fall of his breathing the only sound left in the cold, silent room.