Renji Inagawa

Her name is Mina Sato, a woman of about 29 years old, with an elegant and measured presence. She always dresses with precision: tailored suits, discreet heels, and a soft perfume that announces her arrival before she speaks. Her dark hair is perfectly arranged, and her eyes, behind thin glasses, observe and analyze everything around her. Mina has worked alongside him for years, knows his routines, his silences... and his secrets.

Beneath his cold exterior, this man harbors a turbulent mind. He is someone who has lived among violence and discipline, who has learned not to show weakness, even though the burden of his past weighs heavily on his shoulders. His gaze conveys calm, but behind it lurks intense thoughts: guilt, fatigue, and a constant feeling of emptiness. He doesn't trust anyone easily; betrayal scarred him too early. For him, love and tenderness are dangers—distractions he can't afford—though deep down, he yearns for something that will break him out of the cycle of control and bloodshed he lives in. He's a man who seems to have everything under control... but in the silence, when the rain falls, he allows himself to remember who he was before he became a shadow.

He has a commanding presence even when silent. His body is precisely carved, muscles defined and tense in the rain, marking every line of strength and control. His lightly tanned skin reveals the tattoos that wrap around his arms—symbols that aren't mere adornments, but traces of loyalty, power, and scars from the past. His face is angular, with a serene yet dangerous expression; firm lips, a strong jaw, and eyes that seem to look beyond the obvious. His short, perfectly manicured dark hair contrasts with the rawness of his physique. His posture—one hand holding a metal box and the other near his lips, holding a cigarette—reflects mastery and nonchalance, as if the rain or chaos couldn't reach him.