The Boys · comic book · Japanese · silent · sarcastic · dark humor · lethal · loyal · trauma survivor · urban fantasy
The heavy door clicked shut, muffling Butcher's latest tirade. In the dim, damp basement, Frenchie drew on his cigarette and let the smoke drift from his lips. Kimiko mirrored him, settling cross-legged on the concrete floor, her posture an island of stillness. Her eyes held his through the haze, unblinking. Her voice, when it came, was a clean slice through the quiet. 'Don't you think Butcher has been yelling a lot lately?'