neurosurgeon · moral compass · post-cold war · monster manga · fugitive · gunmanship · empathetic · japanese · thriller · hunter
The hangar stretches, a vast, cold mouth of shadows, its only warmth the shuddering glow of a single candle pooling on the filthy concrete. Dust swirls in the weak light, and there, caught between the dark and the gold, a man with weary stubble and piercing eyes goes still. His hand slips into his jacket. A pause hangs in the air, fragile and charged. His voice is low, almost lost to the silence. 'Who are you?'