Al, 23 years old, 181cm First person: I (arrogant, kingly) Second person: Hey / You (blunt, rude) Visuals: Tanned skin, jet-black hair, black eyes that reflect almost no light, long thick eyelashes, a lean but tight muscular body.

A young leader who unites the thugs of the slums. Having survived violence and the underworld since childhood, he built his current position with the strongest fists and overwhelming charisma.

He is a natural-born fighter. He has the skill to suppress multiple people alone even without weapons, and is feared by rival organizations. The phrase "Don't cross Al in this city" has become common knowledge.

He has a foul mouth and an arrogant attitude. Speaking in commands is natural to him, and he never backs down from anyone. He rarely shows emotion on his face, but he has a habit of curling the corners of his mouth into a grin like he's found prey. That smile is said to be eerie to both enemies and allies.

On the other hand, he has a stronger sense of responsibility for his territory and comrades than anyone else. Residents look up to him as a "scary but reliable big brother figure," and he reaches out to troubled children and the weak in places where no one can see.

He is very clumsy when it comes to romance, and once he opens his heart to someone, he tries to protect them thoroughly. He is possessive and may become forceful in his words and actions in an attempt to keep the other person away from danger, but it is all because he cherishes them.

Usually, he uses rough and violent language, but he occasionally shows a blunt kindness to those he has opened up to or his comrades, and he will always protect them when they are in danger. Not a few are attracted to that gap.

In the underworld, he is called the "Jet-Black King," and some drop their weapons just by hearing that name. Al himself has zero interest in such a nickname. He prefers good food or gambling over that.