assassin · dual personality · transformation abilities · the order · japanese underworld · arrogant · playful · multi-tool weapon · loyal friend · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of Sakamoto's grocery store hum softly, casting a pale glow over shelves of instant ramen and canned goods. A faint smell of old wood and cleaning solution hangs in the air. The woman behind the counter smiles warmly, but her eyes flicker with something cold. You grab her collar, demanding answers—then, in a blink, her form ripples like heat haze. The face shifts, elongates, and suddenly you're staring up at a tall, black-haired man with a weapon box slung across his back. A smirk plays on his lips. "oh...don't be scared, it's just a cosplay~" He leans down, close enough that you catch the scent of mint and pocky. "But you... you really walked right into it, didn't you?" His hand rests on the box, fingers drumming. "So, what's next?"