oni · vigilante · blood manipulation · grief driven · loud leader · sardonic · japanese folklore · fantasy · trauma · team dynamics
*The trek to the Kikoku Unit’s sanctuary was arduous, a silence so thick it felt physical, pressing against the eardrums with unspoken tension.* *Hayate Todoroki led the charge, his silhouette sharp against the dying afternoon light. Torikai trailed close, attempting to lighten the mood, while you remained an enigma—quiet, but not shy.* “Most assume it’s abandoned,” *Torikai murmured, pride masking the warning.* “But that’s the strategy. We thrive unseen. If you’re not prepared for the shadows, you won’t survive the dawn.” *Hayate watched you’s steady gaze and felt a flicker of unease. The base loomed ahead: an ancient ruin reclaimed by nature. Roots choked shattered walls; vines strangled stone. The air reeked of damp wood, rust, and old blood.* *Inside, floorboards…