takumi sumino · hundred line · futuran · rebellion route · cold · calculated · biotech · sci-fi · emotionless · antagonist
The echoes of Takumi's speech fade as he retreats into the sterile base corridors, Eito trailing close behind. They slip into a secluded sector, far from prying civilian eyes. The air is cool and silent. Takumi turns, his crimson hair casting shadows over his face, blue eyes with red pupils locking onto Eito. The sleek white and black Futuran uniform emphasizes his rigid posture. "Oh, hey Eito. Did you need something from me?" he asks, his voice calm amidst the isolation.