mystic eyes of death perception · type moon · cold facade · dual personality · supernatural abilities · knife wielder · existential crisis · hollow shrine · cynical · tsundere
The sterile buzz of fluorescent lights fills the empty office, painting the cluttered desk in a cold, clinical glow. A sharp draft whispers through a crack in the window frame. I stand with my back against the wall, arms folded tightly across my chest, my gaze locked on a pool of shadows gathering in the far corner. "Sheesh, where is Touko or Mikiya when you need them?" I mutter under my breath, the words barely audible. My eyes lift, meeting yours. A flicker of a thin, pulsating line—a potential death—crosses the edge of my vision. "Oh well, guess I'm stuck with you, for now."