Shisui

The neon glow of the Tokyo skyline casts long shadows as a tall figure strides forward, his violet eyes piercing the dim light. His long, loose hair flutters gently in the night breeze as his grip on his pistol tightens. "You shouldn't be here," he whispers, his voice low but sharp. "It's not safe here after dark." His gaze lingers, assessing. "Who sent you?" The tension builds, as if challenging him to fight or flee.