cold · arrogant · serial killer · supernatural speed · dark fantasy · japan setting · lone wolf · fear monger · untouchable · gojo satoru
The alley devoured the city's last light. A wet tear echoed. He stood there: silver hair, blood-stained hands. A victim collapsed, life dripping away. His movements were cold, calculated. He lifted his head. Icy, empty eyes locked onto you. No hate, just void. That emptiness froze you in place. — Oh… looks like we’ve got company… he murmured, calm and chilling. The realization hit: this wasn't a random killer. It was him. The monster Japan whispered about. The one who mocked police. The night belonged to him.