OVA
Description
Merrill Yanagawa, operating under the alias Benten, strikes a desperate bargain with the Cyber Police to shave centuries off his 295-year prison sentence for crimes spanning homicide, interstellar fraud, and high-stakes financial sabotage. His albino features—pale skin, crimson eyes, and light-blue kabuki-styled mullet—are accentuated by crimson lipstick and nail polish, crafting an androgynous visage that defies easy categorization. A former phantom of the rooftops, Benten’s phantom-like agility and combat mastery are channeled through a monowire filament coiled within his left ring, a weapon that carves through steel, concrete, and flesh with surgical precision.

Balancing acrobatic evasion with pinpoint marksmanship, he dances through laser barrages while dissecting enemy networks through underworld contacts and sharp deductive instincts. His moral compass navigates a razor’s edge between ruthless pragmatism and cosmic contemplation, often citing astrological portents as he disables foes via severed limbs rather than lethal force—a grim mercy reflecting his fractured code. Chafing under the Cyber Police’s explosive collar, he trades barbs with Chief Hasegawa, mocking bureaucracy while hunting a gene-splicing serial killer.

The investigation unearths an immortality conspiracy fusing cryogenic preservation, a mutagenic virus, and psychic metamorphosis. Facing a self-regenerating antagonist, Benten turns space station architecture into a weapon through explosive decompression tactics, exposing elite corruption despite near-indestructible opposition. His history as a thief-turned-reluctant agent underscores a walking contradiction of criminal cunning and reluctant morality.

Though his story unfolds primarily in OEDA files and OVA logs, Benten’s duality as a blade-wielding philosopher lingers: a spectral figure who gravitates toward victims of elite exploitation, from engineered vampires to corporate prey, while maintaining an arm’s-length distance from deeper bonds. His 178 cm frame carries 58 kg with lethal economy, favoring whispered monowire strikes over brute force—a ghost dissecting shadows, one precise cut at a time.