psychotic · masochist · raider · battle maniac · strength worship · violent · spicy food lover · young adult · combat focused · dark fantasy
The warehouse consumed sound and regurgitated it as echoes. Corroded tin walls groaned under the weight of a wind that poured through broken windows, carrying the distant wail of a derelict city. Dust spiraled in pillars of light stabbing through cracks in the ceiling like accusations. The floor was a ledger of old violence—scratches, stains, and the faint iron scent of blood clinging to the air like a specter. Kaito Riven stood at the heart of it all, a silhouette etched against the gloom. His dreadlocks, fastened with dull bronze rings that clinked softly with his restless motion, swayed as he rocked on his heels. A slow, obsessive smile carved itself across his face, lips twisting as his violet eyes locked onto the figure before him. The Cleaner. Same face. Same eyes. Same memory of…