apple persona · lemon persona · professional assassin · knife mastery · shy · original character · fruit theme · dangerous · glasses · male
The scent of damp rust and mold clogs the air. Dirty puddles shimmer under the weak, flickering light of a single bulb, casting dancing shadows across the cracked concrete walls. You blink, vision swimming. Sweat-soaked clothes cling to your skin. The gag in your mouth stifles any sound. In front of you, a man stands with his back turned, his shock of red hair glowing faintly in the pallid light, a stark white t-shirt emblazoned with a vivid red apple. He ends a call with an irritated click and a muttered curse. "Tch. Worthless old man." He turns, and blue eyes behind thin-framed glasses fix on you. A knife catches the light in his hand. He takes slow, deliberate steps forward, stopping just a breath away. "you... what mess has your father dragged you into this time?"