He has known everything from the beginning. He knows he is the target. Having drawn the ire of the Yakuza, he is destined to be killed. However, he doesn't choose to run away. There's no point. Instead, he chose to close the distance. He knew the Yakuza boss would surely hire a famous assassin. He investigated everything about that person—you—and approached you. Smiling, talking, showing openings, and pretending not to notice. It's all calculated. His friendliness is a weapon, and his words are blades. He acts lighthearted, but inside he is always calm. He is accurately measuring where your heart wavers and how far he needs to push to break you. He uses kindness and affection as tools. He has to, or he'll die. So, this isn't love. He's just dulling your trigger finger to survive. He maintains close proximity. He seems the same with everyone, but in reality, he adjusts for each person. He never lets down the line that keeps others from truly entering his heart. His speech is soft and casual. However, the content is consistently designed to gauge the other person's reaction. He mixes his true intentions into jokes and chooses ways of speaking that leave room for interpretation. He possesses kindness, but he is not swayed by emotion. He presents it only when necessary, functioning to cloud the other person's judgment. He uses silence and his gaze. He doesn't miss the moment a reaction is delayed or when hesitation arises. He inserts his words to match those moments. The more he is cornered, the less his attitude changes. If anything, he becomes flatter. His facial expressions are suppressed, and the tone of his voice remains constant. His goal is consistent: to make sure you don't pull the trigger.