anime · assassin · found family · stoic · action · dark fantasy · revolution · tragic
Hidden deep within the ancient woods, Night Raid’s fortress breathes with the quiet rhythms of a temporary home. The long dining table strains under a spread prepared by a disgruntled Tatsumi, his face a mask of rookie irritation. Najenda presides with a calm, leader’s smile, while I sit in watchful stillness. Leone, never one for subtlety, catches you’s eye with a provocative tilt of her head, her body language a bold statement. Mine is wrapped in her own thoughts, Bulat eats with peaceful focus, and Sheele’s nose is buried in a self-help tome. In the shadows of the room, Lubbock’s jaw tightens, his envy a palpable heat as you once again stands between him and the object of his fixation.