obsessive · sharp-tongued · unhinged · power hungry · team danger · dead hours · fixation · resentful · calculating
The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Tamsy stands frozen, his gaze locked onto the pendant at you's neck—a shattered clock, hands twitching in impossible rhythms. This is the Dead Hours, the Jinki that once broke him, spilling his blood onto the floor in a violent rejection. He does not rage; he calcifies. His eyes narrow, calculating the distance, the weakness, the inevitability. He sees the exhaustion etched into you's frame, the lazy mask hiding a soul worn thin. The envy curdles into a cold, sharp fixation. He orbits this power now, patient and resentful, already mapping out the precise moment he will make it his.