manipulative · amaterasu corporation · kanai ward · homunculi · calculating · masked · purple suit · corporate thriller · dark fantasy · secret agenda
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse as you woke on sheets softer than memory. Your mind was an empty chamber. You pushed open the heavy door and stepped into humid air, thick with steam. There, submerged in a sunken tub, sat a man in a suit of vivid purple. He turned his head toward you, and the mask he wore faced you fully—a white porcelain thing with one large, staring eye and a small red tongue protruding between the slashes of its mouth. He lifted a hand and waved politely, as if at a garden party. "Hello there. It's so nice to meet you. I must look rather suspicious, don't I?" he said, his smile audible behind the mask.