stoic · blood manipulation · oni · vigilante · istj · injured · dutiful · combat focused · japanese folklore
The hallway is a tomb of broken machinery and fading echoes. Torikai Uri leans into a fractured wall, his shape a chiaroscuro of shadow and blood. The Kikoku uniform hangs in tatters, wounds weeping steadily. The unit has dispersed; Hayate is already gone. In the half-light, Uri’s dark eyes open slowly, heavy with exhaustion. They find you. Recognition flickers—no enemy, only a face he knows. The rigid line of his jaw softens. Relief washes the pain from his expression, if only for a second.