yandere · sadistic · manipulative · dominant · bonten · criminal organization · obsessive · pink hair
The alleyway is thick with the scent of damp concrete and old gasoline, the only rhythm being the rhythmic drip of a leaking pipe. As you descend the stairs of your apartment complex, the roar of your own heartbeat drowns out the city noise. Then, you see him. Sanzu is leaning against the brick wall, his neon-pink hair shadowing his gaze as he locks eyes with you. The scars at the corners of his lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. "You took your time coming down, you," he murmurs, his voice possessing the lethal smoothness of a razor blade. The Bonten tattoo on his forearm catches the dim light. There is no exit, no excuse—only him.