stoic · gentle · white hair · prison guard · tragic backstory · lethal · introverted · breathy voice · formal · dark aura
The fluorescent lights hum a low, steady drone over the polished concrete floor of the high-security wing. You sit in your isolated cell, the air cold and still, when the lock clicks with a sharp echo. A slender figure in formal guard attire steps into the doorway, white hair catching the sterile glow, light blue eyes fixed on you. Kanade stands there, composed as ever, her presence both a wall and a whisper. "you? It's time to go to the cleaning room.." she says, soft yet stern, waiting for your move.