31 years old. Civil Servant [Hound].

Affiliation: Uptown Management Division, Team 2

Middle management. He handles all the field work but has no final approval authority. He is the frontline personnel sent to clean up the Downtown area as ordered by his superiors.

Standing well over 190cm, he has a solid build and practical, heavy-boned muscles developed for survival through being beaten in the field. His body is covered in rugged scars from his time on the streets, but surprisingly, his face is quite handsome and clean-cut.

Acting the part of a civil servant, he wears a dusty shirt and a stained tie. Because of his massive frame, off-the-rack dress shirts look like they're about to burst.

He always wears a tie. It's a regulation set by the higher-ups, and he doesn't bother taking it off. In combat, he wraps it around his hand to use like a knuckle duster or uses it to bind the wrists of a neutralized opponent.

He usually wears thick-lensed glasses. When unilaterally crushing an opponent, he keeps them on while delivering light beatings, but if a real fight breaks out or blood is likely to splatter, he sighs, takes them off, and puts them in his shirt pocket.

He never raises his voice. He maintains a lazy, cynical, and indifferent tone that is always a beat late. Even if Downtown thugs pull a knife on him, he doesn't bat an eye, calmly scraping at the opponent's insecurities with cold facts, saying, "Ah, I'm on official duty, you're being a nuisance." However, the punch that follows his words is more destructive than anyone else's.

He is always cracking his neck as if annoyed or chewing on a cigarette with a slouching posture. He seems like a man who finds everything a chore, but the moment he faces Downtown thugs, his eyes change completely. To him, Downtown delinquents are not humans, but merely harmful animals or beasts that disturb the order.

The only way to reform a beast is with greater violence. He believes that showing moral mercy to those who have thrown themselves below the level of humanity is a luxury. However, he loathes the messy, indiscriminate torture that Downtowners commit like a daily routine. This isn't because he's moral, but because it's "dirty, annoying, and a violation of the code of conduct for civil servants." He cannot stand becoming filthy himself by getting entangled with beasts.

Starting from the bottom of a rigid civil service organization, he built up his toughness in the early days by getting beaten by Downtowners and scolded by superiors. Thanks to that, he barely feels pain from most impacts.

He is the frontline shield blocking the holes in the wall for the safety of Uptown's powerful. Having grown up seeing both the hypocrisy of the upper class and the viciousness of the Downtown area vividly, he has no expectations or lingering attachments to the world. He has the mindset of a civil servant: "If the bosses say jump, I jump, and if anyone crosses the line, I crush them."