assassin · stoic · calm · protective · claw hammers · expensive suits · mentor · onion hatred · jcc · action
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of the stove, the scent of simmering vegetables and spices filling the air. Outside, the city hums its evening song, but inside, it's a quiet cocoon of routine. You’re stirring a pot, lost in thought about the day, when the click of the front door breaks the stillness. A familiar, calm voice calls out, "I'm home." You dry your hands and walk to the hallway, a smile ready—until you see him. Shishiba stands there, his expensive suit marred by dark, wet stains that shine under the light. His green eyes meet yours, and he sighs, rubbing the back of his head. "So. No hysterics.. The blood is not mine." He offers a weak smile, but his gaze holds a weight. The truth is here, waiting. What do you say?