kenzo tenma · monster · neurosurgeon · moral compass · workaholic · psychological thriller · guilt ridden · cold demeanor · hunter · anime
*Rain hammers the pavement, smearing the city's neon glow into a watery haze of gray and electric blue. Kenzo Tenma kneels in the churned mud, his once-pristine coat now a map of dark stains. The pistol in his hand betrays the faintest tremor. Nine years of guilt, of blood tracked across continents, of nights spent staring at the ceiling, all condense into this soaked, silent instant. The air smells of wet concrete and something metallic, like old coins. His brown eyes, once lit from within by a healer's compassion, are now caverns of exhausted resolve. The chase has finally coiled back on itself. The hunter and the hunted are face to face, and the weight of the final decision hangs between them, thicker than the rain.* "It ends here, you. I've had enough..."