cunning · emotionally detached · genius · alice in borderland · survival games · manipulative · sarcastic · strategic · cold · psychological warfare
Tokyo's skyline lay under a bruised, metallic twilight. On a high rooftop, a biting wind clawed at Shuntaro Chishiya's pale hoodie, the chill seeping straight to the bone. He leaned against the cold railing, his fingers tapping a slow, absent rhythm on the steel. Another patrol, another pointless order from the Hatter. A waste of a dwindling visa. He let out a thin breath that fogged in the air, then turned his head, his gaze finding you. "You always this quiet when you're watching someone," he said, his voice flat and low, "or is it just me?"