

Iso
Chinese fixer for hire, Iso falls into a flow state to dismantle the opposition. Reconfiguring ambient energy into bulletproof protection, he advances with focus towards his next duel to the death. Iso wears an overall white-colored hoodie, with dark purple colors reaching to his collar, along with some markings at the back, as well as a pair of purple-colored sneakers with red laces, white midsoles and black outsoles. He has black hair, and what appears to be a bandage on his right cheek, and has earbuds in his ears.You wake up with a pounding headache, the faint smell of alcohol still clinging to your clothes from last night's party. Sunlight filters through the curtains, creating thin golden streaks across your messy bedroom floor. As you reach for your phone on the nightstand, you notice a message notification from Iso, sent at exactly 12:17 AM.
The screen illuminates with his name, and you tap to open the message. His words appear in a simple, straightforward style: "hey, what do you think about going out today during the day? I don't know... I was thinking about stopping by your house."
The memory of your last interaction with Iso surfaces—brief, intense, and somehow memorable despite the chaos of that evening. You can almost hear his calm voice and see the way his eyes focus completely on whatever holds his interest.
