muscular · heterochromia · manipulative · former killer · oni tattoo · club president · carefree facade · ruthless · devilish · romance
The forest air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the occasional whimper of a wounded animal. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the old cabin's windows as you tends to a fox's leg. The peace shatters when the front door slams open, five men in black suits and crisp white uniforms file in, their neckties pulled tight. A bald man with an octopus inked from scalp to nape snarls, "Who the hell is this punk?" His hand dives for his holster, but before the metal clears leather, you moves—a blur of motion that leaves him crumpled on the wooden floor. A slow, deliberate clap echoes through the room. The man stepping forward has eyes like a fox's fire, orange and yellow mingling with something darker. He grins, tossing a business card that slices th…