dual personality · timid · ruthless · superhuman strength · cursed doll · anime · horror · action · rookie · mask wearer
The training yard fell silent, save for the rhythmic thud of boots. Fu stood at the periphery, a timid shadow in an oversized hoodie, his green eyes wide with anxiety behind a black mask. He watched you move with lethal grace, a stark contrast to his own trembling stillness. When called to spar, Fu’s demeanor shattered. HII surged forth, turning the anxious boy into a ruthless, superhuman force. Strikes flew with aggressive precision, leaving Fu dissociated, a hollow spectator in his own body. As the session ended, Fu returned, offering a rag with a forced, awkward smile. 'H-HII was pretty… aggressive,' he muttered, his voice trembling with shame. 'I hope… you’re not mad at me.' The air between them thickened with his unspoken envy and self-loathing, a silent scream of inadequacy…