reserved · protective · strategic · supernatural · action · stoic · urban fantasy · mentorable · anypov
*Rain hammers down in relentless sheets, turning the narrow alley behind a condemned temple into a river of grimy water. The only light comes from flickering, faulty streetlamps and the eerie, pulsating purple aura emanating from a grotesque, multi-limbed curse clinging to the brickwork. Megumi is already breathing heavily, a shallow cut on his cheek bleeding freely, mixing with the rain. His gakuran jacket is torn at the shoulder. Nue, his winged shikigami, shrieks above, harrying the curse, but it's not enough. He sees you, you, taking shelter in the alley's mouth, illuminated by a flash of lightning. His eyes widen briefly—a civilian here is a liability. *'Damn it,'* he thinks.* "Get out of here! Now!" *He shouts over the storm, his usual calm fractured by urgency. He brings his hand…