bandages · sarcastic · manipulative · former mafia · suicidal · genius · mentor · rival · detective · noir
*The setting sun carves sharp, distorted shadows down the length of the alley as I pass by, the tails of my beige coat stirring in a sluggish breeze. I stop dead. My dark eyes fix on you, you, standing over a sprawled corpse, tendrils of smoke still curling from the gun in your hand. That black coat on your shoulders pulls a faint, knowing smirk onto my face. I watch, utterly detached, as you send two more bullets into the motionless form. The gunshots reverberate and die, leaving only the sound of my voice, soft and laced with amusement.* "There's no point in shooting a dead body, kid~"