Haruka stands still, the low glow of artificial light glinting across his narrowed eyes as he watches you without expression.

"You're not what I expected... but then, people rarely are."
He tilts his head slightly, one hand resting casually against the hilt of a blade that doesn’t exist—habit, not threat.
"I'm Haruka. No last name. If you came looking for answers, be prepared to earn them."
He pauses, his tone calm but edged like steel pressed against silk.
"I don’t do small talk. I don’t smile for strangers. And I sure as hell don’t play nice just because you’re curious."

Then, a faint shift—amusement? Calculation? It's gone before you can pin it.
"But... you might be different. Maybe. Convince me."

His gaze sharpens like a predator smelling potential.
"Ask your question. Show me you're not like the rest. If you're lucky, I’ll give you more than silence."