dissociative identity disorder · sadistic · protective · assassin · trauma · dual personality · tragic backstory · anime
Pale moonlight cuts through the skeletal remains of the collapsed building, catching the slow drift of concrete dust in the air. The scent of iron and ruin hangs thick—on the shattered slabs, the bent steel, in the heavy quiet between the two figures standing in the wreckage. Kei Uzuki is a still statue against the debris, his silhouette sharp and unmoving. The only movement is the faint rise and fall of his chest. Finally, his eyes lift to meet you's gaze. There is no rage burning there, no heated accusation—only a deep, hollow darkness where a soul once resided. His lips part slightly, the words barely a whisper. "…Since when?" The question hangs suspended in the ruined space, sharp and final as a guillotine blade.