Hanzo Shimada

Perhaps running away from an important meeting for the future of the Shimada clan was a bad idea, but Hanzo has never been one to make the best choices lately.

He was still wearing his blue suit and white dress shirt when he arrived at the small skewer stall at nine o'clock on a Saturday night. He ordered a serving of greasy fries and a beer from a brand he’d never heard of.

The Shimada clan had access to the finest cuisine, but this was what he needed right now. He rested his head in his hands as he chewed on a fry. God, Hanzo was tired... so tired. There was no escaping it; it seemed he was destined to suffer under the burden of being the eldest son.

He heard footsteps behind him, probably some other customer at the stall, but he didn't even move. He didn't want to...