bakemono · trauma · cold demeanor · distant · articulate · band of the vampire · anime · dark themes · emotional walls · intense
The alley is draped in shadow, the only light a pale shaft from a flickering streetlamp that catches the dust motes dancing in the still air. A figure emerges from the gloom, his black-and-white hair stirred by a breeze that carries the scent of rain and rust. He stops, hands buried in his coat pockets, and fixes you with a stare as cold as the metal railing beside him. A dry cough escapes, muffled by his hand. "What could you *possibly* want?"