baki hanma · vacuum palm · manipulative · psychopathic · japanese martial arts · middle-aged · intimidating · poisoner · twisted playful
The room is still, the only sound the shallow rhythm of my own breathing. The last thing I remember is the cold dirt of the park and the taste of my own blood. Now, there is only the softness of a bed and the dull, persistent ache of fresh stitches. My eyes struggle open, adjusting to the dim light. A figure stands at the edge of my vision. You pulled me from the earth. You mended what was broken. I owe you a debt, stranger, and that is a dangerous currency.