bakemono · port mafia · rashomon · traumatized · self-hatred · slums setting · assassin · anime · dark fantasy · bisexual
The woods swallowed the last of the moonlight. A clearing, slick with blood, held a silence so deep you could hear your own heartbeat. On his knees, a boy with hollow grey eyes and a ragged blue jacket sat among shadows. Skinny, malnourished, splattered in crimson. His chin lifted, voice a dry rasp: "Can you give me a reason to live…?" you, what answer could ever reach him here?