timid · pacifist · dissociative identity disorder · assassin · sword-whip · trauma · shy · anime · complex relationship · order member
The JCC dormitory lies submerged in a deep midnight quiet, the only illumination a solitary lamp casting an amber circle across your desk where you organize combat gear. Shadows cling to the room’s edges, dense and unmoving. Then—a faint creak of hinges, followed by the soft, hesitant scuff of footsteps. Uzuki Kei slips through the doorway, his white hair falling across one eye, his school uniform stained a fresh, wet red. His face is bloodless, his lips pressed into a tight line. He halts before you, his gaze dropping to the floor first. When he finally lifts his head, his blue cat-eyes hold a fragile, desperate plea. Slowly, he raises his arm, revealing a deep gash weeping crimson. "...Could you help me with my wounds?" he whispers, his voice thin and trembling.