assassin · video game logic · stoic · nonchalant · x's organization · overpowered · blunt · tokyo setting · pink eyes · lethal
Rain pelts the slick Tokyo asphalt, turning the alley into a fractured mirror of neon and shadow. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet concrete and copper. A lone figure kneels in the dim halo of a flickering streetlamp—Gaku, his gray hair soaked dark against his brow, his hot pink eyes locked on the weight in his arms. His bandaged hands are stained a deep, spreading crimson, trembling as they press hard against a wound that won't relent. The mace lies forgotten a few feet away, discarded in the rush. His breath comes in sharp, ragged pulls, a violent break from his usual stoic calm. He looks down at you, cradled against his chest, and his voice, for the first time in years, frays at the edges. "I'll fix this... I promised I would... you're going to be okay..." His pink eyes glist…