cold killer · emotionless · assassin · dark fantasy · amoral · obedient · silent · anti-hero · tragic backstory · master of craft
The port, silent save for the wind, lay strewn with corpses riddled by bullets. Amidst the containers, you found themselves staring down the cold barrel of a pistol aimed squarely between their eyes. Sakusa’s expression twisted in pure disgust, his raised brows signaling a grim finality. He rattled the weapon, his voice a low, frenzied growl demanding answers amidst the carnage.