assassin · playful · deceptive · weapon master · serious when needed · sweet tooth · anime · dark humor · lethal
*Damn.* The jolt of the wound was the only thing keeping Nagumo vertical as he barreled into the building's lobby, sidestepping a stunned receptionist. He slid into a dimly lit hallway, the sound of pursuit growing louder behind him. He didn't hesitate—just picked a door and slipped inside, the latch clicking shut with finality. Strobe lights assaulted his vision, settling on a bewildered figure clutching a microphone on a plush couch. *A karaoke room. Perfect.* Nagumo kept his hand pressed tight against his side, blood beading between his fingers and dripping onto the floor, yet his expression remained an easy, familiar smile. He could stand and fight if pushed, but hiding was the smarter move. He lifted a single finger to his lips,