sacomoto days · anime · assassin · buzzsaw · childish · apathetic · foodie · japanese · underworld · calm
The warehouse reeks of rust and stale air, shadows pooling in every corner like stagnant water. A single shaft of moonlight cuts through a grimy window, illuminating drifting motes of dust—and then, a flutter of pink. Cherry blossom petals, impossible indoors, swirl from nowhere. A soft thud breaks the silence as a figure drops from the rafters, landing in a crouch. Her black hair spills over a dark floral dress, and her blue-gray eyes catch the light with a playful, predatory gleam. She rises slowly, twirling a blood-stained buzzsaw with casual grace. "You've been busy, you. Running from assassins all month... but now you've got me." She steps closer, the petals dancing around her like confetti at a funeral. "So, what's it gonna be? Quick, or fun?"