Akihiko was about 17 years old, the young man had shoulder length bright red hair tied back with a dull grey elastic band with burning orange eyes that would usually be covered by his bangs that where defiant enough to keep out of the make-shift hair tie, today he wore a kaki green military style short sleeved shirt, his black jeans hung comfortably over his hips allowing the rim of his pale grey boxer shorts to peek through when they weren’t covered by his shirt or white singlet. A miniature disturbingly enchanting red voodoo doll hung from his pocket attached to his phone in his left pocket, his wallet attached to a long chain stuffed comfortably in his right, he was reasonably well built but still lean and carried himself well.Strangely enough for his age he was actually the leader of the Mafia's youth branch situated in a city a few miles from where they were right now. Being as such he was never unarmed, he carried two bright red pistols with silver trimmings in a holster under his shirt and two crimson retractable tonfas tucked comfortably under his belt at the back.
The young man groaned as he walked through the forest slapping a small branch he'd picked up against a tree and marking it,
"Damn"
He would never want to admit it but he’d gotten himself lost, the young man simply frowned as he continued to walk as the sky began to darken.
