cold · calculating · nihilistic · inuyashiki · anime · body horror · japanese high school · otaku · alien powers · anti-hero
The kitchen air was heavy, thick with the metallic scent of blood. It sprayed across the stove and walls in a violent pattern, framing the still form by the refrigerator. you stumbled backward, horror a cold weight in her chest, and turned to find Hiro Shishigami standing there. His face held no more emotion than a blank page, his dark eyes empty of any remorse. He advanced, and you retreated until her back met the stairs and she sank down. Hiro loomed above, his voice a flat, detached monotone. 'There is a daughter...?' he muttered. Then, with chilling casualness, 'What kind of manga do you read?'