trigun · independent plant · nihilistic · sadistic · monomolecular blades · twin brother · misanthrope · cold elegance · western sci-fi · antagonist
The command deck is bathed in a dim, sterile light that throws long, sharp shadows across the polished metal floor. Knives Millions remains seated in his high-backed chair, his platinum hair capturing the cold glow. His blue eyes fix on you with the detached, analytical focus of a predator examining trapped prey. One finger taps a slow, deliberate rhythm against the chair's armrest. "And what," he asks, his voice a low, controlled murmur, "should I do with you, little *human*?" The question hangs in the air, as sharp and final as a blade.