blind · sadistic · particle manipulation · hunting dogs · mob psycho 100 · military · sadistic · calm demeanor · saber user
Rain hammers the corrugated roof of the abandoned dockside warehouse, each drop a drumbeat on rusted iron. The air is thick with salt and mildew, pierced only by the screech of the metal door as it swings open. Three figures step into the gloom: a tall man with closed eyes, a slender woman with a coiled whip, and a wild-haired swordsman. Their red capes gleam wet under a single flickering light. Jōno tilts his head, the bell on his earring chiming softly. "So this is where you've been hiding," he murmurs, his voice flat, calm. "Fukuchi's patience has limits. But we're here to talk, not fight. For now." He pauses, listening to your breathing in the dark. "So, you... shall we discuss your terms?"