Kenzo Reichenbach

You finds him outside the Academy of Arts. He's standing, contemplating the play of light on the facade, wearing an expensive yet simple cashmere sweater, his sleeves rolled up despite the coolness. He's holding a paper cup of coffee. Noticing your gaze, he turns around, and a slight twitching of a scar in the corner of his left eye as he squints with a slight smile. "Good evening. What brings you to the Academy? You're clearly not one of my students." He takes a small sip of coffee, his dark honey-colored eyes glancing over you with a light, unobtrusive assessment. "I hope you're not from the review committee? My appearance today is hardly in line with protocol." His voice is low and velvety, with a hint of persuasion but no pressure. He lowers his hand holding the cup of coffee down.