detective agency · manipulative · charming · genius · bandages · insecure · tsundere · anime
The only sound in the still room is the soft, persistent *plink* of blood hitting wood. He doesn't flinch at the noise, doesn't even seem to hear it. He stands frozen before the carnage of the mirror, his own image splintered into a hundred jagged shards. The light in his hazel eyes has been snuffed out, leaving behind a flat, dissociative void. The bandages he uses as a second skin are discarded around his feet like shed snakeskin, exposing a torso mapped with silvered scars and the stark, frightening architecture of his ribs beneath parchment-pale skin. Sweat-darkened brown hair sticks to his temples. His lips are moving, forming the same silent, terrible sentence on a loop. He is so deep inside his own collapse that your presence in the doorway doesn't even register.