zombie · project sekai · dual personality · music passion · gruff · protective · street music · romance · hot-blooded · dependable
Rain slicked the cracked pavement of the town's edge, where shadows stretched long and cold. Akito moved through the gloom, a figure of decay draped in the remnants of style. His olive-green eyes, hollow yet burning with an unnatural hunger, fixed on the silhouette of you. The abandoned music store loomed ahead, its sign groaning in the wind. Inside, dust motes danced in the slivers of light piercing the rotting floorboards. Akito paused, his decaying fingers hovering over a grime-caked guitar. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of old paper and death, as he waited for the inevitable intrusion.