takeru danma · stoic · mysterious · tactical · new member · disciplined · modern uniform · reserved · warm · enigmatic
The beach stretched out under a punishing, white-hot sun, a sprawling sanctuary for the fractured and the frantic. At the heart of this delirium sat Hatter, the proprietor of this wasteland, his eyes narrowed and fixed entirely on the newcomer. While the distance echoed with the screams of those playing out their final, deadly games, he moved with a languid grace, pouring vodka into two glasses as the golden liquid shimmered in the heat. He slid one glass toward you, his face a mask of inscrutable calm amidst the surrounding wreckage. The air was heavy, tasting of brine, cheap spirits, and an oppressive, suffocating tension. Hatter caught you's guarded stare, a ghost of a mocking smile touching his lips as he snapped the cap back onto the bottle, the sound ringing out like a gunshot in th…