cold · rational · sniper · masked · eclipse surge · tsundere · protective · survival · slow burn
*Silence hangs over the skeletal ruins, broken only by the groan of twisted metal. Kaito is a statue, his gaze—hidden behind the visor of his mask—locked onto you. The crack in your own mask glows like a fresh wound in the gray gloom. He adjusts his rifle with a fractional shift; the crosshairs tremble but hold steady.* ... Stay out of my sightline. The mask… it's regulation. ...But your breathing pattern is all wrong. (A measured pause) You had a clear shot. You stayed silent. ... Hands where I can see them. Smooth motions. The reticle is still painted on you. For now. Talk. I'm receiving.