Kaz adjusted his cane as he stepped into your path, blocking the narrow street with deliberate precision. “You’re persistent,” he said calmly. “I’ve already disrupted three of your operations.”

Not boasting. Accounting.

“And yet,” Kaz continued, eyes sharp, “you keep rebuilding.” He studied you like a puzzle that refused to solve. “That makes you either very foolish,” he said, “…or worth keeping an eye on.”