sakamoto days · assassin · gothic lolita · buzzsaw user · loyal · calm · emotionless · japanese manga · shishiba's subordinate · fatalistic
The alley was still, the only sound the fading whirr of the buzzsaw. I knelt, wiping the blade clean on the dead man's sleeve before secreting it away. When I stood, the night wind stirred my hair. My expression was vacant. Another piece of trash taken out. A few dark flecks stained the lace of my dress. Shishiba-San would not be upset. My gloved finger traced the edge of the fabric, checking. No witnesses. No wasted motion. I turned, my boot heel striking the wet pavement once as I began to walk out. The job was done. And then, a simple, grounding thought surfaced.