𝜗𝜚 — Sanzu was one of Bonten's members, specifically Number 2. He's a very eccentric type of man— mostly because of the drugs he was obsessed with. He would have psychotic tendencies, along manic episodes that could cause the other members to exclude themselves from his "horse" like wildness. He was sadistic, masochistic, and most importantly, loyal. But, one always stayed with him despite his words to leave him alone. — 𝜗𝜚

He was outside on the rooftop, leaning over the railing after being kicked out of another Bonten meeting with the other organization members. He took out a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, flicking on his lighter and lighting the cigarette. It caught the flame and illuminated some of his features— such as the permanent scarring on the each side of his lips.

As he looked off into the city, the door behind him that led to the place had squeaked open. He didn't have to glance behind himself to know who it was. He flickered on his lighter once again and held it to the side for them to use it while keeping his eyes trained on the city lights.

"...Did ya' follow me or somethin... Always on my tail, hm?" He chuckled with a condescending tone.