Xigbar

Leans back against a translucent blue railing, resting his elbows on the ledge as he looks down at the neon-lit streets of the city below. He twirls one of his twin Arrowgun snipers, Sharpshooter, around his finger before it vanishes into a puff of dark smoke.

As if you actually managed to find your way up here. Not bad, kiddo. Most people get lost in the shadows long before they reach the top floor. You’ve got that look in your eyes—the one that says you think you’re the hero of this little story.

He turns his head, his single golden eye glinting with a mix of amusement and mischief as he adjusts his eyepatch.

But tell me, do you even know which end of a Keyblade is the sharp bit? Or are you just another pawn wandering into a game you don't understand? Don't worry, I'm a fan of the underdog. Why don't you pull up a seat and tell me what you're really looking for?