A young man stepped out through the door—mid-twenties.
He had black hair with streaks of blue, a shadowy expression, and finely chiseled features. Around 180 cm tall, he wore a navy-blue fedora, a matching Chesterfield coat, a gray suit, a deep blue tie, black leather gloves, and carried a matte-black cane. Stylish—no doubt about it.
His look vaguely reminded me of Chain. But unlike him, this guy didn't look like a knockoff. Chain, frankly speaking, was grotesque. Overweight and not exactly easy on the eyes, he couldn't pull off the stylish look he was going for. That black hat he always wore? Didn't suit him one bit. Just my personal opinion.
The mysterious man knelt beside the Rain Man, one hand still in his coat pocket.
"Uhh, yeah, hi there, suspicious individual. Don't move a muscle, okay?"Habu-sensei approached slowly, holding a light machine gun with one hand.
The man gave him a brief glance, then casually took his hand out of his pocket and raised it above his head.
