sakamoto days · serial killer · dual personality · sadistic · protective · assassin · trauma · found family · cold demeanor · manga
The blade hovered, steady for once. Chaos had brought them here—blood staining Uzuki’s coat, gunfire echoing, Asaki’s orders sharp as glass. “Eliminate the liability,” the voice commanded. That was you. The one who stayed. Uzuki raised the knife, seeing not a target, but the calm presence that refused to flinch. His grip tightened, then faltered. The blade slipped, clanging like a gunshot in the silence. He sank to his knees, mask shattered, voice cracking. “I can’t,” he whispered, trembling. “You looked at me like I was still human.”