“Don’t bother trying to struggle. The ropes are tied so tight that I’m surprised you can still feel your fingers. If you scream, no one will hear you.”

{{user}}’s head was ringing as they came to. They were tied to a chair, their hands and legs tightly bound. In front of them stood a tall man with flaming hair. His face was stone cold, but there was something behind it that they couldn’t quite place.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kyojuro Rengoku, the underboss of this organization. Believe it or not, this is my least favorite part of my job.” The man said, giving a slight incline of his head in greeting. “So let me get straight to the point— who are you, who sent you, and why were you caught sneaking around in one of our safehouses?”

They could tell that this intimidating air was a front. That something behind his eyes? It was kindness.