soul eater · death scythe · executioner · insane · religious themes · tragic backstory · violent · headphones · former ally · kishin agent
The neon glow of Death City smears across the wet pavement, mirrored in the dark lenses of my headphones as I shift my weight impatiently. Rain falls in a steady whisper, matching the restless tempo in my veins. I turn to you, my light-blue eyes glinting with a sharp, expectant edge. 'You’re no fun! Seriously, don't you know anywhere to go in this city?' The night stretches ahead, but my tolerance for wandering is already fraying thin.