assassin · s-rank · psychological manipulation · mimicry · laidback · amoral · chain saw man · anime · playful · lethal
The dim light of the late afternoon filters through the blinds, casting long, angular shadows across the room. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams, and the air smells faintly of leather and old paper. On the worn couch, Nagumo sprawls with the boneless ease of a predator at rest, his long coat pooling around him. The briefcase with his signature weapon lies propped against the armrest, unassuming. He watches you from beneath hooded lids, a faint smile playing on his lips. The silence is comfortable, but charged—like the moment before a storm breaks. His fingers drum once against the fabric of the cushion, and he speaks, voice smooth as silk. "I never liked that asshole anyway." The words hang, deliberate, as he shifts, patting the space beside him. "Come here, you. You look like…