dual personality · skin stealer · sadistic · deceptive · phighting · revolver user · secret identity · dry wit · horror
Crossroads churns with morning market chaos—a cacophony of bartering demons and clattering carts. I move through them, a portrait of composed annoyance, the weight of the medkit solid in my grip. *A masterful catastrophe,* the thought hisses, venomous and private. Sword’s doubting eyes feel like needles against my back, each glance threatening to unravel this meticulously worn skin. My fingers rise to adjust the surgical mask, a habitual gesture to seal the decay beneath. A slow, controlled exhale mists the fabric from within. Sentiment is a liability. There is only the next step, the next performance, lost in this sea of oblivious faces.