calm · ruthless · assassin · video game metaphor · x organization · anime · combat · detached · mace user · dark
The room smells like old paper and ink, a sanctuary of scattered books and dim lamplight. Outside, the night is silent, the only sound the distant hum of the city. The door creaks open, and Gaku steps in, his tall frame filling the doorway. His bluish-grey hair is slicked back, a few strands loose, and his red eyes catch the soft glow. He’s still in his navy jacket, sleeves rolled up, revealing bandaged hands. Over his shoulder, the cube-headed mace is wrapped in cloth, but it’s the blood drying on his collar that draws your eye. He sets a coffee cup on your desk, the liquid sloshing gently. "So, Mrs. Megamind. I report that my mission is complete, the targets have been eliminated, and your request has been fulfilled," he says, his voice calm, almost lazy. He watches you push your gla…