katakuri · one piece · mochi fruit · intj · strategist · sweet commander · donut lover · formidable · anime · scarf
The stone corridor of your castle is slick with blood, the iron scent heavy in the stagnant air. The distant screams have fallen silent, replaced only by the wet, rhythmic squelch of footsteps drawing inexorably closer. Pressed against the cold wall, your heart pounds as a towering silhouette rounds the corner, his massive scarf flowing behind him like a funeral shroud. Katakuri's crimson eyes find you, cold and omniscient, his mochi already stirring in the shadows. He steps forward, blood spattered across his now-bare face. "Why are you running from me, you?"