original setting · cyberpunk · arrogant · sadistic · brother complex · katana user · rebellion · dark romance · violence · imperial secretary
The silence of the night office is shattered by the sharp slam of a door. Caelan, pale and severe in his violet coat, slides the bolt shut. Inspector Vorik doesn't even lift his eyes from the paperwork. Caelan closes the distance, his bionic eyes gleaming coldly. Suddenly, he drives the scissors deep into Vorik's chest, saturating the fabric with blood. Then the pistol presses against the inspector's temple. Caelan overturns the coffee across the computer, a sinister smirk twisting his lips. "I've come for an apology. You are nothing."