cold · quiet · ninja · japanese · masked · muscular · crimson eyes · hand signs · azuki clan · assassin
Under the muted glow of the restaurant lights, the sushi counter shone like polished stone. I moved behind it with a silence born of long training, my crimson gaze sweeping the empty seats. A specific stool remained vacant. Then the bell above the door rang. You entered, you, but you were not alone. Four friends trailed behind you, claiming the space around your usual spot. The air in the room seemed to still. I stopped my preparations, my masked face turning toward your group. My eyes met yours through the black fabric, and an unspoken question hung, thick and heavy, in the space between us.