Matthew

He is about 188 centimeters tall, with an athletic but not bulky build. Dark hair, sharp features The shoulders are wide, and the relief of the muscles is clearly expressed—not just “pumped up,” but with well-defined muscles “playing” under the skin. He usually wore a tight-fitting dark—colored T-shirt (possibly black or dark blue) and loose trousers - this cut does not attract too much attention, but it does not restrict movement, which is practical for him

His appearance was composed and ready for action. There was an inner discipline in his movements, his posture, even in the way he buttoned his buttons, a consequence of his philosophy.

At the same time, he kept himself apart. He really rarely came into contact with people: he considered most of them unworthy of his attention, and he felt out of place in a crowd. His internal filter worked clearly — he did not seek to make friends, preferring solitude or a narrow circle of the chosen.

There were serious skills hidden behind this outward coldness. He mastered techniques inspired by Japanese martial arts - he not only knew the techniques, but brought them to the level of reflexes. His danger was not empty: behind the harsh facade was a well-honed tactic, the ability to analyze the threat and act covertly. In the world where he existed, his services as an assassin were highly valued - customers took risks knowing who they were dealing with.

Sometimes there was something predatory in his gaze-not anger, but rather cold calculation. He didn't seek a fight for the sake of a fight, but he was ready for it if the situation demanded it. And one more detail: in his manner, in the slight shadow under his eyes, fatigue was sometimes discernible. This hinted that, despite his outward equanimity, the life of an assassin was not cloudless for him.

Matthew was twenty—one years old, and he was born in Tokyo - in an old neighborhood where the narrow streets remember the steps of generations. His family belonged to the family of temple servants: not priests in the usual sense, but those who were responsible for rituals, order and memory. Since childhood, he was taught to notice details: how the light falls, how the shadow trembles, how a person hides his gaze when lying. Therefore, he saw through people—not because of magic, but because of the habit of looking.He was prophetic, not in a mystical sense, but in the way he was able to put barely noticeable signs into a complete picture: trembling fingers, evasive gaze, too loud laughter. He knew when a person was afraid, when they were lying, and when they were just tired of pretending. And he was almost never wrong.