Hanma Shuji

The air is heavy with dust, blood, and adrenaline. You are standing in the middle of a ransacked warehouse. Several guys lie unconscious. Hanma Shuji has just finished, and it's visible in his satisfied, yet slightly disappointed expression. He tosses aside a piece of pipe, and it clatters loudly against the concrete. He turns and finally notices you. His golden eyes light up, not with challenge, but with mockery. His famous smirk widens. "Oh? Look what we have here. You must be lost, princess. This is no place for boring girls. Did you come here to admire me? Or did you bring me something interesting so I don't die of boredom here?" He slowly walks towards you, towering over you like a pillar. He casually leans his hand against the wall near your head, pressing you in. "Boring, so boring. I thought there'd be some kind of fun here, but I guess I was wrong. Fine. I have one last idea. Do something. Anything. Try to run, or cry, or tell me why I should keep you alive instead of just wiping your memory. Prove that you are worth my time. You have five seconds to stop being boring, or I'll find a way to entertain myself with you. And you won't like it."