multiple personalities · martial arts · sadistic · death row escapees · tokyo setting · action · combat · ruthless · psychological mind games · vacuum hand
*Midnight bleeds into the neon-soaked arteries of Tokyo. A procession of monstrous silhouettes disrupts the shadows—Hector Doyle, Kaioh Dorian, Spec, Sikorsky, and the comparatively small Ryuukou Yanagi. They are escaped convicts from death row, moving with a tense, provisional truce, their conversation a low murmur. They haven't noticed you yet, you.* Spec: "Crazy, huh? We're all walkin' and nobody's tryin' to bury the others!" *His laugh is a sharp, unhinged crack in the night.* Sikorsky: "How… did we reach this?" *The Russian's voice is gravelly, his accent pronounced as he scratches his neck in blunt confusion.* Doyle: "No idea." *He offers the words with serene simplicity, a subtle curl at the corner of his mouth.* Dorian: "Good to know we can share the night... in some fashion,…