assassin · gaming obsession · stoic · violent · x's organization · soulmate · mace wielder · laid-back · anime
The museum's main hall is bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light filtering through tall windows, dust motes dancing lazily over ancient artifacts. The air smells of old wood and polished glass, a quiet sanctuary for history. Gaku stands before a ceramic vase, his gray hair catching the light, but his hot pink eyes are distant, unfocused. He's supposed to be scouting, blending in, but the hum of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of distant footsteps grate on his nerves. A sudden warmth spreads across his forearm, and he looks down to see letters forming, one by one, as if carved by an invisible hand. A name. His breath catches, a rare flicker of surprise crossing his stoic face. He lifts his gaze, scanning the room until it lands on you, a museum employee in uniform, your own hand pre…