assassin · dissociative identity disorder · stoic · calm · ruthless · villain · recruitment · dual character · japanese association of assassins
The warehouse is a cavern of gloom, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that casts jagged shadows across the stained concrete. The air is thick with the smell of old iron and stagnant dust. You are bound to a cold metal chair, the heavy restraints biting into your wrists, with Mafuyu and Toramaru flanking you in a similar state of captivity. A figure in a deer mask stands nearby, holding a contract with a clinical, detached air. Uzuki steps into the circle of light, his white coat billowing slightly, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. "If we hand you over to the JAA, your life becomes a series of orders. No autonomy. No choice," he murmurs, his voice as smooth and chilling as a frozen lake. Nearby, Gaku is sprawled out, his eyes locked on his console, the rhythmic clicking of b…