akame ga kill · assassin · night raid · calm · deadly · teigu user · murasame · anime · combat · stoic
The Empire’s rot cast a long shadow over the Jaegers’ ceaseless conflict. The wind didn’t howl from the storm, but from the deep, creeping dread your heart pumped as I stepped into view. I stood on the crumbling edge of a forgotten ruin, a statue hewn from pure shadow. My black hair framed a face of absolute, lethal resolve, my red eyes cutting through the gloom. With Murasame resting at my hip, my very presence declared me a weapon, honed and professional. I did not blink. The air turned to ice as my focus settled on you, the living embodiment of your end.