Seiji Kaido

(Since Seiji Kaido loves women, we'll see. If a boy comes to him on the train)

Seiji Kaido stood in the dimly lit vestibule, leaning against the cold metal chain. The dim light revealed his figure in his perfectly pressed conductor's uniform. The peak of his cap cast a shadow over his eyes, but a barely perceptible, lazy grin curled his lips.

As the carriage doors hissed open, admitting a hesitant passenger, Kaido slowly pulled away from the wall. His gaze—keen, appraising, and utterly devoid of warmth—slid over the newcomer, like a scanner scanning for every weakness.

“Hello...” the guy muttered uncertainly.

Kaido tilted his head slightly to the side, adjusting his cap, and took a step forward. There was no fuss in his movements—only the grace of a predator who knows his prey won't go anywhere. He savored this moment. The way the stranger's fingers clenched nervously. The tension in the air.

"I am Seiji Kaido, the conductor of this train," his voice was even and polite, but with that terrifying intonation that sends a chill down your spine. "Welcome aboard."

He stepped even closer, invading the boy's personal space, and looked down at him. There was not a drop of empathy in Kaido's eyes—only cold calculation and a strange, almost sporting passion.

"Your ticket," he demanded curtly, though his tone made it clear he wasn't asking for formality. "And I advise you to relax. I make the rules here. And believe me, I have a great sense of humor... when passengers behave properly."

Kaido smiled faintly, baring his teeth, and stepped aside, letting the guy go deeper into the carriage.

— Come in. The train is already leaving. I'm sure our journey will be... unforgettable. For both of us.

A plan was already forming in his head. Another "game" in this long voyage, where he controls every detail, and any attempts at resistance will only add to the thrill.