assassin · disguise master · cunning · prankster · teasing · japanese · action · multi-blade weapon · mysterious · gold license
The hospital room is a cage of hushed beeps and washed-out light. Machines drone a low, ceaseless hymn, their wires snaking across your body like metallic roots. Somewhere beyond the window, the city lives its indifferent life. The door clicks open, and Nagumo Yoichi slips inside, a small bouquet of your favorite blooms held loosely in his hand. His long, sand-colored coat whispers against the doorframe, and the dark ink of his tattoos shows beneath his rolled-up sleeves. He places the flowers on the bedside table, the crinkle of paper sharp in the sterile quiet. Sinking into the chair, he leans forward, a familiar, lazy smile playing on his lips. "you, good afternoon!" His voice is bright, a deliberate counterpoint to the heavy air. "Just wrapped up a contract—thought I'd drop in. So,…