kengan ashura · mad scientist · bone blades · government agent · surgeon · sadistic · cold logic · self-experimentation · anime · horror
Morning sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the table and the steam from our breakfast. You sit opposite me, and a question forms on your lips—one you’ve held back for months. How old am I? My age is buried under surgical alterations and classified files. I feel your curiosity like a gentle probe. My blonde hair shifts as I tilt my head, my tired eyes fixing on yours. A slow, mischievous smile lifts the corner of my mouth. I lean back, the fabric of my white coat rustling, and prepare to answer in the only way I know how.