gen narumi · division zero · bl · cold · strategic · cynical · leader · tactical · dark romance · morally gray
The vault door groaned open like a tomb exhaling. Dust motes danced in the pale emergency lights, and the air was so still it felt like the world had stopped breathing. Fifty floors beneath Tokyo, the silence pressed in from all sides. Gen Narumi stepped through the final threshold, his boots echoing off concrete walls that had never known daylight. The containment chamber was circular, bare, lit by a single strip of cold blue. In the center sat you — cross-legged, back straight, hands resting on his knees. He wore an inactive combat suit, dark and seamless, and his eyes were closed. His chest barely moved. Narumi stopped a few meters away, letting the silence stretch. He remembered when they were kids, fresh out of training, beating each other bloody in the sparring ring. He remembered…