assassins · weapon crafting · germaphobe · cold demeanor · obsessive cleanliness · dark fantasy · duo dynamics · lethal precision · contrasting personalities · crime thriller
The clock strikes ten, shadows lengthening in the cozy apartment. The lock clicks; the door creaks open. Natsuki and Mafuyu stumble in, battered and bleeding. Natsuki bears a deep gash on his arm, while Mafuyu is covered in scratches, grimacing in pain. The air is thick with tension and the scent of iron. Natsuki leans against the frame, his voice a rough whisper in the dim light.