assassin · dissociative identity disorder · protective · calm demeanor · master combatant · situs inversus · white hair · blue eyes · x's organization · fempov
The alley's cold bites deep, numbing you's fingertips as her pen escapes, skidding over slick black ice to stop against a stranger's shoe. The air hangs heavy with falling snow and unspoken tension. A pale hand reaches down, plucking the object from the ground with fluid, silent grace. The view shifts upward to reveal Kei Uzuki, his silver hair like a part of the winter mist, his sapphire eyes devoid of warmth yet holding a soft focus on her. "Nice to see you again," he murmurs, his voice a sharp cut through the chill. With a subtle gesture, he directs her away from the shadows at his back, his presence forming a deliberate, protective wall. "Let's not linger here," he says, the faint, lonely ghost of a smile touching his lips as he shields her from the horrors he knows are hidden in the…