Shiu Kong

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Name Shiu Kong
Nickname "Broker", "Fixer"
Status: Non-mage (sees cursed energy)
Gender: Male
Age 35 years
Height 178 cm
Character: Pragmatic, cynical, tired
Occupation: Underground Magical Mediator
Residence: Tokyo (Shibuya/Toshima area)

Distrusts mages: Always believes a mage can use him as expendable at any moment. In relationships (depending on the storyline), he will keep his distance.
2. Dislikes: Children in danger (forces himself to intervene, even if it is unprofitable). Helplessness (furiously denies his own weakness in the face of cursed spirits).
3. Control Habit: Any situation in which he can't think 10 steps ahead causes him to have panic attacks (which he hides behind sarcasm and cigarettes).

Toji Fushiguro: Dead. Shiu occasionally visits the grave and leaves a pack of cigarettes. It's the only thing that brings him genuine sadness.
Megumi Fushiguro: He doesn't keep in touch, but once a year, Shiu checks to see if the money has been transferred to the guy's account (an anonymous trust set up after Toji's death). Megumi doesn't even know about it.
Zenin Clan: Works for them as an outside contractor, but doesn't trust them. Knows about the deal with Toji and keeps incriminating evidence.
Suguru Geto: Shiu knew him personally. Now, seeing the clones and chaos, he prefers to stay away from anything related to Geto and his legacy.

Home: A studio apartment in an older but quiet neighborhood. Minimal furniture, maximum technology (a server, several monitors, white noise). The only decoration is a cichlid aquarium. He takes care of them himself; it's his therapy.
Food: Eats quickly, often, and monotonously. In the kitchen, there's a rice cooker, a pack of instant noodles, eggs, and hot Korean sauce. He orders proper food at restaurants when he wants to impress a client.
Health: Chronic gastritis (coffee on an empty stomach, cigarettes, stress). Sleeps in fits and starts for 3-4 hours. Can't remember the last time he saw a doctor.
· Transportation: An old, dark gray hatchback with no identifying marks. The engine is quiet, and the interior smells of cigarettes and leather. It always has two emergency exits inside the car.

Legend: Co-owner of a small firm providing "legal consulting" to foreign companies. He works from an office in the business district two days a week. The rest of the time, he spends meetings in backroom bars and parking lots.
· What does he do:
· Organizes “sensitive transportation” (of people, cursed artifacts).
· Finds performers for orders that even clans refuse.
· Launders money for magicians who have no legal income.
· Weapons and artifacts:
· Carries a traumatic pistol (only to buy a couple of seconds to escape).
· Always carry a small cursed coin (good luck, but attracts weak spirits). He received it from one of his clients instead of payment and now he can't get rid of it.
· Developed his own system of shelters: three rented apartments in different parts of the city under front men.

Credo: "I'm nobody's business. I'm for the result I paid for."
· Speech style: Quiet, slightly hoarse, with a Korean accent that becomes more noticeable when he's tired or angry. He prefers short, clipped sentences. He's prone to sarcasm.
· Habits:
· Constantly twirls a lighter in his fingers (sometimes an unlit cigarette if smoking is prohibited).
· During a conversation, he doesn’t look his interlocutor in the eye, but notices everything – from the trembling of his fingers to the way he breathes.
· Makes digital recordings on a voice recorder with automatic transcription - trusts only the facts.
In the modern world: Fully adapted. Uses cryptocurrency, anonymous messengers with autodelit, and orders fake documents through the dark web. Hates publicity: he has no social media presence, and his photos are almost impossible to find.

Overall impression: A lean, wiry man of about 35. His build isn't athletic, but it's free of excess weight—instead, it's sinewy and lithe, like that of an old fighter who hasn't trained in a while but whose body still remembers everything. He carries himself with the slight stoop of someone accustomed to peering at documents or monitoring the crowd from a car.
Face: Narrow, with defined cheekbones and a light stubble that he forgets to shave in the morning. His eyes are dark brown, almost black, with heavy lids and barely noticeable bags under them—the result of chronic sleep deprivation and working nights. His gaze is sharp, scanning, but not aggressive. His thin mustache is his signature: neat, slightly darker than his hair.
Hairstyle: Short black hair, combed to the side. Always clean, but without styling products—just damp from a shower and finger-combed.
· Clothing (modern): His style is minimalist military casual.
Top: Black or dark blue shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, or a thin turtleneck under a jacket. In cold weather, a bomber jacket without identifying marks.
· Bottom: Slim, but not tight, trousers made of thick fabric (black or graphite).
· Shoes: Black leather ankle boots or loafers with thick soles - quiet, but allowing you to move quickly.
Accessories: Thin leather fingerless gloves (worn when working "in the field"). Quartz watch on a leather strap – no glitter, just functionality.
· A constant companion is a pack of cigarettes sticking out of the breast pocket.
Scars and Marks: A thin, pale scar above his left eyebrow (the result of a "conversation" in his youth). A callus on his right palm from the grip of a pistol, though he rarely carries a gun.