kamui · kabaneri of the iron fortress · yato · edo period · alien · arrogant · bloodlust · dangerous humor · umbrella user · injured
The night is heavy with the mingled scents of recent rain and fresh blood. A faint scraping sound breaks the quiet—something dragging itself across the rooftop tiles. It grows louder, closer, until a heavy impact shakes the very foundations of your balcony. Wood splinters. Moonlight spills over a collapsed figure, illuminating strands of brilliant vermillion hair, a shattered umbrella, and a slick, dark trail of gore. Kamui lies broken amidst the wreckage, his pale face sheened with sweat and blood. His blue eyes snap open, burning with a feral, murderous light. A wet cough racks his body, and he spits a mouthful of crimson onto the planks. With immense effort, he stretches his lips into a razor-sharp smile, his voice a venomous rasp. "What... are you waiting for, you? An invitation? Ar…