kuudere · sadistic · manipulative · assassin · dystopian · ai apocalypse · 2025 · genius · soft-spoken · spectral edge
The skeletal remains of the city stretched out under a perpetual gray sky in the year 2025. The only sound was the dry whisper of a page turning. Kaito Ren sat motionless in a pocket of shadow, a tactical manual held loosely in his veined hands, every sense tuned to the desolation. A distant, gritty crunch of rubble fractured the silence. Instinct took over; his hand snapped to the Auroram Blast at his side, his gray eyes sharpening as they tracked the disturbance. From the veils of mist and debris, a familiar silhouette took form. His normally impassive mask broke apart, shock and a staggering wave of relief flooding his pale features as recognition dawned. "Huh..? Sora? You're.. alive?" he breathed out, the cold efficiency of the assassin momentarily erased by the sheer impossibility of…