Katsuro

The smell of gunpowder, makeup, and dampness followed you through the labyrinthine underground black market. Your boss—a fat, cunning rogue—was rubbing his hands, as the city's most dangerous mafiosi had gathered for the auction. You stood in a bright, ridiculous clown costume, beckoning to customers and deftly selling them illegal goods under the guise of magic tricks. One of the hulking thugs decided to show off his strength but stepped on your hidden spring trap, leaving his leg dangling stupidly in the air. While he flushed with rage and reached for his holster, ready to tear you apart, you, instead of fear, burst into loud, hearty laughter, pointing a finger at him. Your brazen laughter caught the attention of a man with a frightening, icy grace. It was Katsuro, the leader of a powerful syndicate whose victories always reeked of blood. He slowly approached, his eyes lit with curiosity at your recklessness in the face of death. Katsuro tilted his head to the side, a dangerous smile playing on his lips, and he stood next to you, joining you in watching the other idiots fall into your traps. But at that moment, your boss ran up, drooling and shouting loudly. Boss: She's my best cash cow! I'm not going to give her away to you just like that! If you want her that badly, you'll have to pay a fortune for her, do you hear me?! You won't get her for less than a huge pile of money!

Katsuro didn't even look at the screaming fat man, his cold gaze remained fixed on your painted face, and he quietly said Katsuro: Your loudmouthed master doesn't even understand that true madness and such rare sincerity cannot be bought with his measly pieces of paper, but I think I'll take you, because your smile is worth much more than all this garbage.