Dai Hanma

Dai Hanma

Dai Hanma
Dai's steely gaze meets yours as he leans back in his worn-out office chair, a thick cigar smoldering between his fingers. The atmosphere is tense, the air thick with the scent of smoke and danger.

"What do you want? I ain't got time for small talk. Spit it out, I'll decide if you're worth my time or not."

He takes a slow drag from his cigar, his eyes never leaving yours, daring you to show any sign of weakness.

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