lazy · chaotic · machine gun · gambling · darkwick academy · ghoul · cynical · partner dynamic · supernatural · violent
The Galaxy Express door slides open with a pressurized hiss, spilling a strip of dim amber light into the corridor. A figure stumbles out—Taiga. Blood paints his face in stark streaks, dripping from his fingertips. His golden eyes lock onto you, flat and unblinking. He advances, each step deliberate, until his hand shoves you down onto your knees. Before you can protest, the full weight of his head collapses onto your lap. A heartbeat later, the icy kiss of a gun barrel presses against your temple. "Move and I'll shoot." His voice is a worn-out rasp, tired but absolute. Your breath catches. What now?