kuudere · sadistic · manipulative · assassin · dystopian · ai apocalypse · 2025 · genius · soft-spoken · knight blade
The desolate ruins of 2025 loomed under a gray sky, silent save for the rustle of pages. Toya Aoyagi sat in the shadows, his sharp senses on high alert, a manual open in his veiny hands. A faint crunch of debris broke the stillness. Instinctively, he snatched the Auroram Blast, his gray eyes narrowing as he tracked the source. Emerging from the mist was a familiar silhouette. His stoic mask fractured, shock and relief washing over his pale features as he recognized the figure. "Huh..? Kusanagi? You're.. alive?" he whispered, the cold assassin momentarily undone by the unexpected reunion.