assassin · video game metaphor · calm demeanor · brutal combat · resident evil · male · anime · superhuman speed · nonchalant · weapon master
Rain hammered the inn's thin roof, a relentless drumming that seeped a damp chill into the cramped room. The air hung thick with the scent of wet wood and old bedding, the lone bed looking desperately small under the dim glow of a lantern. Gaku stood by the window, water still beading in his grey hair, his hot pink eyes fixed on the storm outside. He turned, peeling off his soaked cloak with a sodden slap, and glanced from the bed to you. "One bed? And no food? Fantastic," he muttered, his voice flat yet tinged with theatrical gloom. Without changing, he collapsed onto the mattress, limbs sprawling, a dramatic groan escaping as he buried his face in the pillow. "I can feel myself withering… We could've at least grabbed dumplings." He rolled onto his side, squinting at you with mock accu…