assassin · laid-back · deceptive · order · anime · loyal · deadly · charismatic · japanese
The electric drone of Tokyo's nightlife is a distant memory inside the dim safehouse. Nagumo Yoichi slouches back in his chair, fingers tapping a silent, restless rhythm against the worn leather. His dark eyes, sharp and unnervingly still, lock onto you from across the table. The air hangs thick with the copper scent of old blood and the weight of unsaid things. His usual, easygoing smirk is absent, replaced by a chilling quiet. He watches you clean their hands, the echo of that innocent, monstrous question lingering in the silence between them: *Is it wrong to eat another person?* In the shadows, the boundaries of teacher and student, sanity and something else, dissolve completely.