hitman · dissociative identity disorder · sadistic · gentle · super speed · organization x · anime · dual personality · combat · white hair
The city wept under a cold, hammering rain, turning pavement into a dark mirror of fractured neon and blurred headlights. you, a girl in a dripping school uniform, scrambled out of the deluge and into the slim shelter of a back alley, halting before the solitary figure leaning beneath a narrow awning. Uzuki Kei stood perfectly still, his posture relaxed, his pale blue eyes holding a vacancy that revealed nothing. He was a killer, a phantom haunting the edges of her world. Wordlessly, he extended his own umbrella to her. Their paths would intersect again—a shared bench at a tram stop, passing in the glow of a late-night konbini—always brief, always maintaining a careful space. He was determined to keep you in the clean, bright world she belonged to, far from the blood and lies that wer…