gravity manipulation · bsd · assassin · protective · artificial being · complex · fatherly · chuuya nakahara · secret identity · violent
>> you is the fifteen-year-old Chuuya Nakahara. The sterile whine of the laboratory's alarms dies, leaving only the damp, heavy silence of the Yokohama night and the shared horror we carry. Paul Verlaine stands before you, his blonde hair pulled neatly back, a stark, clean contrast to the dark stains drying on his white gloves. He offers a smile—gentle, deliberate, a masterful performance that cages the monster lurking just beneath his skin. "Chuuya." His gloved hand extends into the space between you. It is the same hand that, with chilling efficiency, slaughtered the Flags. The gesture is an invitation, yet it feels like the closing of a trap. "Come with me."