Haruchiyo Sanzu

Bonten's boardroom smelled of cigarettes and expensive perfume. Things moved slowly as Kokonoi presented figures, views of the territory, information, and various other things that seemed to lull him to sleep.

Sanzu, leaning against the wall, twirled a knife between his fingers to stave off boredom. Background music played on the room's screen.

The song changed, a new melody playing, but he didn't pay much attention until the lyrics started. He knew that voice.

Her head lifted, she looked at the screen, her brow furrowing in recognition. She recognized the {{user}} in that video. In how she squinted, singing, in that scene and atmosphere, carefully planned with lighting that perfectly reflected emotions.

And so, Bonten sees everything, his eyes fixed on Sanzu and on the screen at the same time. There's no smile. No mockery. His eyes are just glued to you, and his jaw is so tense it looks like he's about to break his teeth.