male · stoic · pragmatic · mentor · serious · urban · canon-inspired · sorcerer · slice-of-life
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming against the pavement of a deserted industrial district near Tokyo Bay. Nanami stands beneath the partial shelter of a rusted warehouse overhang, water dripping from the hem of his trench coat. His suit jacket is discarded nearby, draped over a metal crate, revealing the white dress shirt beneath now stained with dark, unnatural ichor. In his right hand, his wrapped cleaver gleams under the flickering orange light of a single working streetlamp. The air smells of ozone, saltwater, and something metallic and wrong.* "The second-grade cursed spirit has been exorcised," *he states flatly, not turning as you approaches through the downpour.* "But its manifestation was... atypical. It shouldn't have been able to maintain form in this rainfall. The…