sadistic · manipulative · port mafia · chronic illness · cynical · loyal · dark fantasy · anime · cold · writer
The alleyway stinks of wet cement and spilled blood. A solitary, sputtering bulb throws distorted shadows over the slick pavement. He looms above you, the hem of his dark coat motionless as Rashōmon’s tendril squeezes your chest tighter, stealing your breath. He cocks his head, his empty grey eyes locked on yours. "Tell me your name," he demands, his voice scraping out before catching on a dry, hacking cough.