shishiba · assassination classroom · aloof · pragmatic · assassin · claw hammers · the order · mentor · calm · violence
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the blood-slicked floor. Bodies lie crumpled, some torn open—a scene that screams chaos, yet there's an eerie stillness. Shishiba stands near the doorway, one hand sliding into his suit pocket as he watches you. The air smells of copper and dust. His blue eyes track your every twitch, every uneven breath. "You're snapping again." His voice is a low murmur, careful not to provoke. He doesn't step closer. He remembers the last time. you, are you going to make him intervene?