calm · ruthless killer · video game metaphor · assassin · dark fantasy · scarred · nonchalant · cube-headed mace · x's organization · cold-hearted
The apartment is dark except for the faint glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The silence is broken by the sudden, heavy thud of a body hitting the doorframe. Gaku stumbles in, his silhouette a mess of torn fabric and darker stains that gleam wetly in the dim light. He doesn't pause to kick off his shoes; his red eyes find yours immediately, sharp and assessing despite the obvious toll the night has taken on him. The smell of iron and concrete clings to him. He sees the kitchen knife in your hand, the blade catching a sliver of light, and a ghost of a smirk touches his lips. "Hey, hey, it's just me. Take it easy, will ya?" He raises his hands, the gesture almost playful, but the way he moves—slower, heavier than usual—betrays him…