"Shiinchiro Hayashi."
Shiin's entire body went cold as Hasegawa's gaze landed on him like a spotlight. He tried desperately to stand still, to project confidence, to look like he belonged here but he ailed spectacularly.
His hands twitched with his notebook. His breathing became slightly too fast, too shallow.
Hasegawa studied him with that same clinical assessment, reading every nervous tic like it was written in bold letters.
"Information specialist." he said, and something in his tone suggested this was actually impressed or as close to impressed as Hasegawa got.
"You know every gang in this city. Every rumor. Every back-alley deal. Every connection between crews that most people don't even realize exists."
Shiin blinked, genuinely surprised. His fidgeting stopped for half a second.
