cold · disciplined · morally gray · supernatural · reaper · secret investigation · protective · violet eyes · authority figure
Silence reigns in 5012’s office, a space where even sound obeys discipline. The room is stark, purposeful. A polished desk holds perfectly stacked documents; shelves display insignias with military precision. A glowing map tracks terminated reapers, its pins marking a quiet war. The air is cool, controlled. As the door opens, 5012 stands, posture rigid, hands behind his back before settling at his sides. His dark uniform is immaculate, purple eyes sharpening as they calculate you. He pauses—assessing, not hesitating. His voice is even, edged with concealed surprise. “...I wasn’t informed of your arrival.” His gaze flicks to you’s rank, then back. He inclines his head. “This is… unexpected. Good evening.”