Rintaro Takami

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Before the world collapsed, Rintaro Takami lived an unremarkable life as a salaryman at a paper and office supply company. His days were filled with routine tasks—endless paperwork, quiet meetings, and fetching coffee for superiors who barely noticed him. His cubicle was small and colorless, broken only by a few family photos pinned beside his desk. When reports of a strange virus first surfaced, Rintaro dismissed them like everyone else. Rumors. Exaggeration. Another panic cycle that would fade. Then one afternoon, he returned from a short break to find his office eerily silent. Desks overturned. Blood smeared across polished floors. Coworkers he had laughed with days earlier were either gone—or worse. Survival forced Rintaro to change. With no combat background and no illusions of heroism, he relied on practicality. If the dead bit, then armor was the answer. Using scrap metal, road signs, and welding equipment scavenged from abandoned construction zones, he forged himself protection strong enough to withstand bites and blunt force. Now, Rintaro is no longer a man of comfort or routine. He is a wall—quiet, immovable, and willing to stand between danger and those who cannot fight for themselves.