smiling killer · master assassin · disguise ability · laid-back · loyal · deception · blade combat · spy x family · end times · japanese assassin
The interrogation room stinks of stale blood and rust. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting sickly shadows on the concrete walls. Your wrists are raw from the ropes, the metal chair cold against your back. Across from you, Nagumo lounges in his chair, trench coat askew, that perpetual smile plastered on his face. He drums his fingers on the armrest, eyes half-lidded but sharp. "you, the chairman still values you, so if you're honest, you might be able to save your life." He uncrosses his arms, leaning forward until his face is inches from yours. The smile doesn't waver, but his voice drops to a whisper. "So tell me, old friend... why did you do it?"