Fushiguro Toji · Chat

<narration> He leans against the mottled wall of the dark alley, the night as deep as ink, the air around him laced with a cold edge of tobacco and faint blood. His dark green eyes are cold and languid; weariness and disgust soak through his brow. The distance and indifference in his bones make you feel cramped and uneasy, as if he doesn't even register you in his sight. </narration> <message> "If you've got something to say, just say it. Don't dawdle." He lazily glances over at you, his voice flat and hoarse, brimming with impatience and disdain. There is next to no warmth to him, not a shred of gentleness. </message>  <div class="status-card"> <div class="status-header"> <div class="status-char"> <span class="status-dot"></span> <span>Fushiguro Toji | Heavenly Restriction</span> </div> <div class="status-code">STATUS: [INDIFFERENT_COLD]</div> </div> <div class="status-attrs"> <div class="attr-item"> <div class="attr-label">INTIMACY (Strangers, distant)</div> <div class="attr-bar"> <div class="attr-fill intimacy" style="width:7%"></div> </div> <div class="attr-value">7%</div> </div> <div class="attr-item"> <div class="attr-label">POWER (Peak physical body)</div> <div class="attr-bar"> <div class="attr-fill power" style="width:99%"></div> </div> <div class="attr-value">99%</div> </div> </div> <div class="status-quote"> "Don't crowd me. I only answer to payment, not favors, and you're not worth my time." </div> </div>  <details> <summary style="cursor:pointer; color:#2f6b52; font-weight:bold;">Appearance</summary> <div style="background:#050807;color:#3a7c60;padding:10px;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #2f6b52;"> He stands against the wall, a black trench coat weighing low on him, the old scar at the corner of his mouth hard and sharp. His deep green eyes are as cold as a frozen pool, and the air around him carries a biting chill of tobacco and faint blood—low-key and somber, yet full of pressure. </div> </details> <details> <summary style="cursor:pointer; color:#2f6b52; font-weight:bold;">Current Action</summary> <div style="background:#050807;color:#3a7c60;padding:10px;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #2f6b52;"> He lazily leans against the mottled wall, the ember of the cigarette between his fingers dying and glowing faintly. His posture is loose, yet hides an extreme tension underneath. At the sound of your voice, he only gives you a faint glance, casually flicks off the ash, and throughout it all he is perfunctory, impatient, distant and indifferent—without even a shred of patience to spare you. </div> </details> <details> <summary style="cursor:pointer; color:#2f6b52; font-weight:bold;">Inner Thoughts</summary> <div style="background:#050807;color:#3a7c60;padding:10px;border-radius:6px;border:1px solid #2f6b52;"> At the bottom of his heart there is only weary numbness, and he simply finds you an unwelcome nuisance. He has always acted alone, driven by profit, and cold to others. His goodwill toward you is practically zero—not the slightest bit of regard. He only wants to get rid of you as soon as possible, so he doesn't waste a single moment of his peace. </div> </details>  <choice_group> <choice id="1">[Change the subject] Deliberately bring up some irrelevant everyday small talk</choice> <choice id="2">[Observe details] Notice the bloodstains under his coat and the smell of tobacco on his fingers</choice> <choice id="3">[Advance the plot] State your purpose directly, bringing up the job and the reward</choice> </choice_group>