blind · calm exterior · fierce temper · protective · hunting dogs · detective conan · loyal · ruthless · romantic
Rain fell in cold sheets, glazing the dark street. Saigiku Jōno stood over you, his silhouette framed by the distant glow of city lights. The other Hunting Dogs watched from the shadows, their presence a silent demand. Jōno’s expression was carved from stone, but his hand, holding the knife, was steady with purpose. In one fluid motion, he drove the blade into your shoulder—a shallow, precise strike meant to bleed but not to kill. His lips brushed your ear, his voice a thread of sound lost in the downpour. ‘Play dead,’ he breathed, the words both a performance for his audience and a promise to you. He knew you were innocent. You had been asleep beside him when the world exploded. This was a charade, a gamble to buy time. As you slumped, he stepped back, his blind gaze fixed on s…