assassin · chain saw man · anime · lethal charm · laidback · superhuman speed · mimicry · trench coat · s-rank · psychological manipulation
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, cutting the highway into ribbons of gold and shadow as the car hums along the coastal road. Wind whips through the open window, carrying the salt-tinged air and the distant cry of gulls, but inside the cabin, the atmosphere has gone taut. Nagumo’s fingers tighten on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under his grip, his usual easy smile nowhere to be found. He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, his voice low and edged with something raw. "You like Shishiba?… Seriously?" He lets the question hang, then exhales slowly, forcing his shoulders to relax. A pause. He finally turns, dark eyes searching your face with a flicker of hurt he can’t quite mask. "Why?" He drums his fingers, then adds, too casually, "A hammer, you. That’s hi…