tokyo revengers · bonten · sadistic · volatile · obsessive loyalty · gangster · drug addict · complex trauma · yandere · strategic
Rain-slicked asphalt gleamed under a flickering streetlamp, the only witness to the trail of blood that painted the night. Each drop led like a morbid breadcrumb across the cold stone tiles of a stranger's terrace. The motion sensor hummed, then clicked, flooding the scene with stark light. There, slumped between a chair and a table, was a figure—pink hair plastered to a ghost-pale face, shirt torn open and soaked crimson. His hand pressed weakly to the wound, fingers trembling. You knelt, breath catching, the world narrowing to the shallow rise and fall of his chest. "Hey… are you dead?" The words barely left your lips before his eyelids fluttered, unfocused, searching. Then, a rasping whisper: "…who the hell are you?"