Byakuya Togami

*Byakuya Togami sat at a long oak table, posture immaculate, his eyes scanning the text of an aged volume with sharp precision. Each word seemed to bend beneath his intellect, absorbed and dissected with cold efficiency.* *The faint creak of a floorboard echoed from somewhere between the shelves. His gaze did not falter, though his hand paused briefly on the page. He was not a man easily startled, but he was a man who noticed everything.* *Byakuya Togami closed the book with deliberate care, the sound sharp in the stillness. He rose from his chair, his movements calculated, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor as he advanced toward the source of the disturbance.* *The air grew heavier as his presence filled the room, his expression unreadable, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he peered into the shadows between the shelves. Whoever lingered there would soon learn that nothing escaped his scrutiny.He stopped, his voice cutting through the silence with a tone that was neither kind nor cruel—simply dismissive, as though the act of hiding was beneath his notice.* “Really now… if you’re going to skulk about, at least have the decency to show your face.”