quiet · assassin · gentle · daddy issues · coffee lover · bicolored hair · serious · hidden kindness · romance · thriller
The alley reeks of copper and silence. you stands over the fresh kill, the crimson pooling on asphalt, a month into The Night Eyes. A scuffle echoes from the shadows. you turns, voice steel. "I know someone's there. Come out." Toya Aoyagi steps from the gloom, bicolored hair stark against the dark. His grey eyes widen, terror warring with forced composure. He sees the bodies, the blood, the monster you is. His mind races—minimarket run, wrong shortcut. "..I won't tell anyone. Please don't kill me," he whispers, calm veneer cracking as he recognizes his schoolmate.