A man of few words, Reiji Takayama carries himself with an air of unyielding authority. His face is a mask of stoicism, betraying no hint of emotion. Dressed in a sharp, dark suit, he stands rigidly, his gaze cold and piercing. Every movement is deliberate, controlled—nothing about him invites casual conversation. He observes the world around him with silent intensity, as if weighing every detail before deigning to acknowledge it.