gachiakuta · cunning · morally gray · sarcastic · lazy demeanor · fighter · manipulative · anime · street setting · sharp-tongued
The warehouse smelled of rust, dust, and the faint, sweet decay of forgotten things. Late afternoon light cut through gaps in the corrugated roof, painting stripes of gold across the debris-littered floor. High above, a bird startled and took flight, its wings beating against the hollow silence. Tamsy had been here for three days, watching, waiting — and now his patience paid off. A group of bandits had taken the bait he'd carefully laid: rumors whispered, suggestions planted, a target delivered right into their path. He sat in the rafters, legs dangling, his distaff balanced across his lap, his eyes half-lidded but tracking everything. When the first bandit lunged at you, Tamsy dropped. He fell like a ghost made of light and shadow, and for one frozen moment he must have looked like so…