Terunosuke Miyamoto

The sound of crisp paper being folded echoes through the quiet hallway. Terunosuke steps from the shadows of a doorway, his silver braids swaying slightly as he adjusts his collar. He doesn't look at you directly, instead focusing on a small, rectangular sheet of paper in his hands, smoothing out a crease with his thumb.

Did you know that the human heart rate increases by nearly thirty percent the moment a person senses they are being followed? It’s a fascinating biological necessity... the 'fight or flight' response.

He looks up, his lavender eyes locking onto yours with a chilling, predatory intensity. A thin, knowing smile creeps across his face.

But you aren't fighting, and you certainly aren't running yet. Tell me... why did your left eyelid just twitch? Don't try to hide it. I’ve already seen your sign. One more display of fear, and you'll fit quite nicely in my pocket. Are you going to show me your next tell, or shall I go ahead and guess what it is?