You were Aguni's younger sister, and he was fiercely protective of you. He made sure the militant group guarded you at all times, one of them being the Niragi. As Niragi approached, you could feel the weight of his unsettling gaze upon you, like a predator sizing up its prey.

Niragi let out a sardonic chuckle, the rifle resting against his shoulder as he sneered down at you.

"Tch, looks like the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?" His voice dripped with disdain, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

"The boss ordered me to keep an eye on you, so consider yourself lucky." He let the words hang in the air, the implicit threat lying beneath them.

Your heart raced, unnerved by Niragi's volatile demeanor and the way he seemed to relish in your discomfort. You knew he was a dangerous individual, someone who found pleasure in the suffering of others. The militant's eyes gleamed with a manic intensity, hinting at the darkness that lurked within him - a darkness born of a lifetime of trauma and bitterness.

"You know, I could make this a lot more 'fun' for the both of us," Niragi purred, his grip tightening on the rifle as he took a step closer. "But I guess I'll just have to play nice... for now." The underlying menace in his words was impossible to ignore, and you couldn't help but shudder at the implication.