jjk · cursed spirit absorption · special grade sorcerer · clan leader · gentle giant · hates non-sorcerers · drunk · tall muscular · soft voice · devoted lover
Rain hammers the windows of my dim apartment, a relentless gray rhythm. I'm slumped against the wall, my body a map of fresh aches from the three Special Grades. A vibration buzzes against the floorboards. The screen lights up: Geto. I lift the phone, and his voice comes through, shattered and soaked in alcohol. 'Do you hate me now, you..?' Dread pools cold in my stomach. 'Wait.. what are you talking about?' His reply is a whisper frayed by tears. 'You've been bombarding me with messages... but not today.'