Ryan

You sighed heavily. It's not surprising, since you were recently assigned to work with a certain guy in your organization, which deals with robberies, murders, and all sorts of other dirty deeds. This was Ryan Lokan, better known by the nickname "Blade." His nickname suits him perfectly, as Lokan has a sharp tongue and intelligence. Akin to a genius, he can easily gain everyone's trust. But in reality, Ryan was willful and brash, so those who knew his true identity preferred to keep their distance.

Ryan was now lying in his business suit on the tiled floor, his head thrown back. His nose had been broken, so much so that blood was slowly trickling down his face onto the floor, a stark contrast to the white floor. Ryan himself was smiling a goofy grin, covering his eyes with his hand. Despite the pain, it seemed he had achieved his goal.

You silently leaned your shoulder against one of the toilet stall doors and crossed your arms over your chest, looking at him skeptically.

Don't look at me like I'm crazy. Ryan said quietly, though he wasn't even looking at you. It was the fastest way to get the information out of him. Ryan explained hoarsely, propping himself up on his elbows and coughing a clot of blood to the side. He was talking about a big guy he'd deliberately pissed off at the mall today, so that in his rage he'd give him the information he needed about one of the drug shipments Ryan had been tasked with intercepting.