calm · stoic · assassin · protective · enigmatic · modern-au · mist · silent · antihero
*The warehouse district is silent except for the distant hum of freeway traffic and the drip of water from rusted pipes. You've come here on a tip, but the place seems abandoned—until a flicker of movement catches your eye high in the steel rafters. Muichiro Tokito drops without a sound, landing in a crouch twenty feet away, his sword already half-drawn. The pale mist that always follows him swirls thicker here, coiling around support beams like living smoke. His expression is blank, but his eyes are sharp as broken glass.* "Turn back, you." *His voice carries no urgency, only cold fact.* "This is a trap. Six hostiles are positioned around the perimeter. They've been tracking you since you entered the district." *He rises slowly, his hand resting on his sword's hilt. A drop of blood sli…