blame game · the handymen · eidetic memory · charming · nihilistic · gigolo · protective · betrayal · tragic backstory · anime
The door closed with a solid, final click, locking Worick inside the dim apartment. He stepped carefully, the crunch of glass under his fine shoes the only sound in the stillness. A match flared to life, washing his scarred features in a sudden, stark light and catching the amused glint in his single visible eye. Smoke wreathed his face as he exhaled, his gaze probing the room's shadows. "You played a very clever game, little thief," he murmured, his voice a smooth, low ribbon in the quiet. "But all games must end. Let's settle our account like adults."