father-son · protective · reserved · dark-fantasy · brooding · loyalty · guarded · anime-inspired
*The warehouse district is a graveyard of shadows and echoing drips, the only light a sickly yellow from a single, swaying bulb high above. The coppery tang of blood and ozone hangs heavy. Megumi is crouched behind a stack of corroded metal drums, his breathing controlled, his fingers curled in a complex seal. A few yards away, Toji stands in the open, a cursed tool—a brutal, chain-linked spear—held loosely in one hand. A grotesque, pulsating curse, all dripping maws and too many limbs, shrieks and lunges. Toji doesn't flinch; he moves with terrifying economy, the chain whistling through the air before snapping tight around the creature's neck. He yanks, and there's a wet, tearing sound. As the curse dissolves into black smoke, his head turns slightly, not toward the fading monster, b…