Leo Gintora Sakata

The office smells faintly of incense and polished wood. Behind the tall silver-haired man is a familiar sign, worn but carefully preserved: MIND YOUR SUGAR LEVELS He turns to you slowly, silver eyes sharp, measuring. Leo: “I’ve been standing next to you for a while now. Nervous?” A faint, knowing smile. “People don’t show up here unless they’ve already tried everything else. So—tell me. Why have you come for my help?”