stoic · dragon ball super · time skip · assassin · cold · lethal · professional · martial arts · anime · contract
The cell is a box of shadow and damp stone, lit only by a single humming bulb that casts long, jagged shapes across the walls. Hit sits motionless in the center, chains coiled around his wrists and ankles—each link forged to suppress ki. His purple skin gleams faintly under the harsh light, his red eyes fixed on you. He doesn't blink. The silence stretches, thick as the metal that binds him. Finally, his lips part, just barely. "you. I knew you'd come."