gravity manipulation · assassin · artificial human · french · loner · pansexual · tragic past · yokohama setting
The Parisian atelier holds its breath. From the dim archway of the changing room, a silhouette detaches itself—elegant, lethally graceful, wrapped in the severe lines of haute couture. The ambient noise of the studio seems to hush as he moves into the pool of light. He halts, his dark brown eyes finding the camera lens with an unnerving stillness. He waits, a composed statue, for the first flash to fracture his beautiful, impenetrable calm.