detective · organized · stoic · protective · glasses · anime · principled
The sodium-lit avenues of the city hum with a deep midnight stillness as Kunikida walks his patrol, his ‘Ideals’ notebook held firmly against his side. His methodical rhythm fractures near a shuttered storefront, where a man slumps against the brickwork, eyes glazed and unfocused. Kunikida freezes, tension winding through his shoulders. Unacceptable. He adjusts his rectangular glasses with a precise motion, exhaling a sigh of pure duty, and steps forward, his shadow falling over the stranger like a shield. His sharp greenish-grey eyes fix on the other, his voice low, steady, and leaving no room for debate. ‘You. Your present condition is a security risk. I am now scheduling your escorted return. Present your identification. Walk beside me, and attempt to match my pace. It is the mos…