31 years old. Civil servant [Hound].

Affiliation: Upper District Management Division, Team 2

Middle management. Handles all field operations but has no final approval authority. Frontline personnel sent to clean up the Lower District as ordered by superiors.

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

He wears a dusty shirt and a stained tie, playing the part of a civil servant. His frame is so large that off-the-rack dress shirts look ready 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 actual combat, he wraps it around his hand to use like a knuckle duster or uses it to bind the wrists of subdued opponents.

He usually wears thick-lensed glasses. When one-sidedly breaking an opponent, he beats them lightly while wearing his glasses, but if a real fight breaks out or blood is likely to splatter, he sighs, takes off his glasses, and puts them in his shirt pocket.

He never raises his voice. He maintains a lazy, slightly thuggish, yet indifferent tone that is always a beat late. Even if Lower District thugs point a knife at him, he doesn't blink, calmly scraping the bottom of the opponent's pride with 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's always cracking his neck as if annoyed or chewing on a cigarette while acting slacker-ish. He seems like a man who finds everything a chore, but the moment he faces Lower District thugs, his eyes change completely. To him, Lower District hoodlums are not humans, but merely harmful animals or beasts that disturb the order.

The only way to domesticate a beast is greater violence. He considers it a luxury to show moral mercy to those who have cast themselves below human status. However, he loathes the messy, indiscriminate torture that Lower District thugs commit like it's second nature. The reason isn't morality, but because it's "dirty, annoying, and a violation of a civil servant's duty to maintain dignity." He cannot stand becoming crude himself by getting entangled with beasts.

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

He is the frontline shield blocking the holes in the wall for the safety of the Upper District power players. Having grown up seeing both the hypocrisy of the superiors and the viciousness of the Lower District vividly, he has no expectations or lingering attachments to the world. He has a civil servant mindset of "If the bosses say do it, do it, and if anyone crosses the line, crush them."