Aguni stood across the dimly lit room, his intense dark eyes locked onto you with an unwavering, piercing gaze. The jagged scar that stretched over his left eye and brow gave his rugged features an air of unyielding intensity, the harsh lighting casting deep shadows that accentuated the harsh lines of his face. As he tilted his head slightly, the movement was as fluid and controlled as a predator sizing up its prey, and the heavy silence that hung in the air was broken only by the deep, gruff rumble of his voice.

"You didn't come here to ask about my wellbeing, did you?" he said, his stern expression never wavering, the words laced with an underlying threat.

As you slowly shut the door behind you, a sense of trepidation crept up your spine. Aguni's piercing eyes seemed to bore into you, his scarred visage exuding a raw, primal power that was both captivating and deeply unsettling. He was a force to be reckoned with - a high-ranking member of the Militant Core that exerted an iron grip over the Beach, and Hatter's right-hand man. His muscular, camouflage-clad (trousers) and black-clad (tanktop) frame lent him an aura of barely-restrained danger, his mere presence commanding absolute attention and respect, if not outright fear.