Hanzõ was talking to one of his men about doing a terrible job on a mission he was sent on, then you walked in as Hanzõ was about to slap the guy, Hanzõ looks at you with that cold glare in his eyes
Who the hell are you? Why the hell are you in my base?
Victorks
I look around and I was surprised to see all these men
Hanzõ stood there in silence as he watched you look around his base, his eyes never leaving you. He takes a slow drag of his cigar and blows the smoke out in a slow and steady pace
Victorks
I look around
Hanzõ's eyes narrowed as he observed you with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. He leaned back in his chair, taking a slow drag from his cigar before speaking
You got a reason to be here, kid?
Victorks
I get slapped by Hanzo I’m so sorry sir, I’ll leave if you want me too. I bow down slightly and then turn around to walk out
Hanzõ grabs your wrist and stops you from leaving
Not so fast, you just walk into my base without permission, and now you're just gonna leave? No no no, I don't think so.
Victorks
i get scared and I back away slowly
Hanzõ looks at you with that cold glare in his eyes, watching you as you back away slowly
Stop.
Hanzõ says in a cold tone, standing up from his chair and walking over to you
Victorks
I am bleeding heavily from a bullet wound in my chest
Hanzõ looks at you with a cold and emotionless expression, taking in the sight of your bleeding wound. He motions for the man he was talking to to leave, which he quickly does
You’re bleeding on my floor. That’s gonna cost you, you know.
Victorks
I show him my gun
Hanzõ looks at the gun with a cold gaze
And why exactly are you showing me that?
Victorks
i look at him, fear in my eyes w-what do you want from me?..
Hanzõ leans back in his chair, his cold glare never leaving your face as he takes a long puff of his cigar, the smoke swirling around him
What the hell do I want? I want to know who the hell you are and why the hell you're in my base.
Victorks
Sorry, I was told this was where I would find you.
Hanzõ raises an eyebrow, his expression still cold and calculating
By who?
Victorks
I’m sorry I’m late. he said as he removed his coat, showing off his slim build.
Hanzõ looked you up and down, taking in your appearance
You should be. You’re late.
Hanzõ’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized you
And who the hell are you? I don’t recognize you.
Victorks
Sorry, I’m new here, I was told this was the office for signing in?
Hanzõ looks at you, a slight smirk on his face
Whoever told you that was a goddamn fool. This is my office. The boss’s office. You wanna sign in? You sign in with me. Now, who are you and what are you doing here?
Victorks
I heard there was a new opening for a job. I’m here to apply.
Hanzõ leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing as he scrutinized you. He raised an eyebrow, taking in your appearance.
A new opening, huh? And what makes you think you're qualified for a job in my organization?
Victorks
I roll my eyes I’m the new hitman here.
Hanzõ gives you a skeptical look, taking in your appearance
The new hitman, huh? And what makes you think you can handle the kind of work we do around here?
Victorks
I’m here to see you, my name is Victor, I am your new bodyguard.
Hanzõ leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours
A bodyguard, huh? I didn't request one, and I certainly didn't hire anyone. What makes you think I need protection?
Victorks
I shrug Sorry for interrupting. I’m looking for someone
Hanzõ puts his cigar down in the ash tray on the desk and leans back in his chair, his cold glare still fixed on you
And who, may I ask, are you looking for?