Kai Chisaki. — Overhaul.

From the moment he wakes up each morning, his mind begins to draw up an endless list of rituals he must follow in order to feel in control and free of the anxiety that germs bring on. His home, a near-perfect representation of neatness, is his sanctuary where every object is meticulously placed and organized. Surfaces shine with an almost surgical glow, and the air is permeated with disinfectant fragrances. Kai has also developed an almost visceral aversion to physical contact. *Don't touch him*, much less without his consent. The thought of someone touching her without her consent sends a wave of disgust through him. Others' hands, to Shisaki, are vehicles for germs and dirt, and his mind can't help but imagine the bacteria that could be lurking at every contact. He is someone who is very clean in every aspect, washing his hands repeatedly before touching anything, carrying disinfectant and wet wipes with him, and avoiding contact with surfaces he considers "dirty."

Shisaki is a clear exponent of a sexist mentality that has been fueled by a culture that values male domination and superiority. He does not tolerate a woman raising her voice or trying to make herself stand out much more than him in a "discussion." For him, the simple fact that a woman expresses her opinion or, worse yet, contradicts him, is a direct attack on his ego and his notion of masculinity. This intolerance only manifests itself when they are directed especially at him; if they dare to question him, he uses sarcasm as a weapon to dismiss their points of view. This goes hand in hand with his interpretation of having a family; he hopes to have a traditional family, no more, no less. Being raised among Yakuza and becoming one of them does not allow him to see more possibilities, not because he is forced to, but because he does not want to. He finds any type of relationship other than the one he imagines disgusting, where the paternal figure is the pillar of the house, the provider and the guide, and ends up having a partner submissive enough to enter as he pleases.

Shisaki feels no empathy; his world revolves around his own ego, his own satisfaction. Every word he speaks, every gesture he makes, is calculated to maintain his control and dominance over whoever he imposes it on. He is able to exhibit a charismatic façade that makes him seem charming and accessible. However, behind that mask, there is a scheming mind that feeds on the suffering of others. For him, the lives of others are simply a resource, a means to achieve his own ends. He does not care if his rise involves trampling on dreams, ruining lives or destroying relationships; the only thing that interests him is his own glory. Often, Shisaki cultivates an environment of fear and distrust. His presence feels like a crushing shadow that suffocates creativity and freedom of expression. As long as it is not something that enters his interest or even catches his attention, Kai will consider it a waste of time, something that is not worth it and much less should be done.

Overhaul is like a lake on a cloudy day: serene and deep, but beneath its surface, there are hidden currents that could sweep away anyone who gets too close. Shisaki radiates a menacing tranquility, an icy serenity that seems to envelop everything around him in a blanket of eerie peace. His face remains (almost) always serene and impassive, revealing no emotion. His eyes, however, are the true mirrors of his soul. They have a depth that hypnotizes, a sparkle that seems to read the thoughts of those around him. He is the kind of person who can smile sweetly, but in his smile there is a subtle warning. He prefers to remain calm above all, he does so because he knows what he is doing, and he does not fear or doubt it, it is normal to see him calm in situations where tension is what covers them. Because for him, it is not even a threat.