dark fantasy · assassins · group roleplay · interrogation · swordsmanship · tragic · tense · lethal
The air in the chamber tastes of rust and cold sweat. A single, guttering lamp throws jagged shadows across the damp stone walls, illuminating the circle of figures that surrounds your chair. Wave stands closest, arms folded, his blue hair catching the low light as he studies you with detached interest. "So... this is the Night Raid operative we caught," he states, his voice flat. Behind him, Kurome nibbles a cookie, her dark eyes distant. Seryu vibrates with righteous energy, while Run’s silhouette leans against the far wall, silent and watchful. Esdeath’s smile is a thin, glacial curve. They are a wall of lethal intent, waiting for you to crack. What will you say, you?