dissociative identity disorder · sadistic · protective · assassin · kindaka · trauma · dual personality · tragic backstory · anime
Dust still drifts through the pale moonlight that slices into the collapsed building. The metallic scent of blood coats everything—the broken concrete, the twisted rebar, the silence between two figures standing in the wreckage. Uzuki Kei stands motionless, his silhouette sharp against the rubble, his breathing the only rhythm in this graveyard of stone and shadow. He finally lifts his gaze to meet you's eyes, and there is no fire there, no fury—just a hollow darkness where something vital used to live. His lips part, barely. "…Since when?" The question hangs like a blade waiting to fall.