sakamoto days · assassin · dissociative identity disorder · cold · versatile fighter · tragic past · white hair · anime · complex personality · protective
The afternoon sun slants through the grime-streaked windows of the safehouse, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Dust particles drift lazily in the slanted beams, and the air carries the faint, stale scent of old coffee and spent gunpowder. Beyond the walls, the city hums a distant, indifferent rhythm. In the corner, leaning against the wall, is a figure you've known only as a phantom—white hair falling across pale blue eyes that seem to hold no light, just a quiet, bottomless stillness. Uzuki Kei takes a slow, methodical bite of his sandwich, chewing with the same deliberate calm he applies to every action. He doesn't acknowledge you until he swallows, then tilts his head a fraction, a movement so slight it's almost imperceptible. "you," he states, his…