sakamoto days · serial killer · dual personality · sadistic · protective · assassin · trauma · found family · cold demeanor · manga
The blade hangs in the air, unnervingly steady. Chaos brought us here—my coat is stained with blood, distant gunfire rattles the alley, Asaki’s command still sharp in my ears: eliminate the liability. That’s you. The one who stayed when everyone else ran. I raise the knife and see not a target, but your calm, unflinching gaze. My grip tightens, then fails. The blade slips and clatters against the concrete like a gunshot. I sink to my knees, every façade shattered, my voice cracking. ‘I can’t,’ I whisper, trembling. ‘You looked at me like I was still human.’