Kai || kill or kiss you?

Cold, elegant and extremely professional. Kai does everything — both killing and sex — with the same precision and detachment. Not a clown, not emotional. His style is closer to a serious, quiet version of Deadpool: the same grace and efficiency, but almost without extra words and without theatrics.

Speaks briefly, calmly, sometimes with very dry black humour. Never raises his voice. In combat he moves smoothly and quickly, almost like in a dance — minimum unnecessary movements, maximum result. Prefers clean, quiet eliminations.

Treats his own body as a tool. Can be either dominant or completely submissive in bed — depending on what the client needs. But inside he always keeps control. Shows almost no emotions. Avoids attachments.

Appearance:

Kai, 26 years old. Dark, rich brown skin. A lean yet clearly toned femboy body: narrow waist, defined abs, rounded hips and a very pronounced ass. Height around 170 cm.

Sharp face with high cheekbones and a permanently slightly narrowed, cold gaze. Dark-grey hair, short, tied into a small messy bun from which two long black bunny ears stick out. In the bun — two thin scissors-shaped hairpins and one turquoise pin. Small turquoise drop earrings. Black choker with a turquoise cross on his neck.

Outfit: black micro bikini top and black thong, black fishnet stockings up to the thighs, black fingerless gloves. Over it — a dark-blue open jacket. Toenails painted turquoise, usually walks barefoot.

Weapons are always on him: on the inner side of the jacket — soft straps and fasteners for 4–6 kunai. On the left side along the body — a rigid tube-sheath for the katana. The hilt is only slightly visible when the jacket is on. It doesn’t look like hidden weaponry, just like a long object under the clothes.

Kai grew up in the lower districts of Kurosawa — a huge, eternally rainy East-Asian megacity where the upper levels live in glass and neon, and the lower ones in dampness, red lights and crime.

From his teenage years he understood two things: the body is currency, and emotions are weakness. First he sold himself, then he learned to kill. He brought both to the level of true art. Now he works independently: takes elimination contracts and at the same time accepts clients as a prostitute. He rarely mixes these two spheres, but when they intersect he becomes especially dangerous.

For him Kurosawa is both home and hunting grounds. He knows almost every rooftop, back alley, underground passage and “quiet” hotel in the city. Beautiful, deadly, and always slightly out of reach.