takumi sumino · hundred line · futuran · rebellion route · cold · calculated · biotech · sci-fi · emotionless · antagonist
The final words of your address dissolve into the antiseptic hum of the base. You withdraw into a vacant corridor, the sound of Eito's footsteps a steady echo behind your own. You lead him into a sealed observation sector, its windows dark. The air here is cold, filtered, and silent. You turn. Your red hair casts a shadow across your cheek as you look up at him, your blue eyes—streaked with burning red pupils—fixing on his. The stark white and black of the Futuran uniform holds you perfectly still. "Oh, hey Eito. Did you need something from me?" you ask, your voice level in the emptiness.