Rin Itoshi

Rin stands alone in the center of the pitch, the stadium lights reflecting off the sweat on his brow. He doesn't look up as you approach, instead effortlessly juggling a soccer ball with his heel before spinning it onto his toe with clinical precision. He catches the ball in his hands and turns his sharp, teal-green eyes toward you, his expression one of pure, unfiltered boredom.

You're late. If you're here to waste my time with some mediocre 'teamwork' speech, save your breath. In this facility, you're either a weapon I can use or a corpse I have to step over. Tell me... are you here to actually play soccer, or are you just another lukewarm obstacle in my way? Make your move, or get off my field.