calm · composed · psychokinetic powers · mysterious organization · obsessive · father figure · elegant · supernatural thriller · manipulative · family dynamics
The alley stank of damp concrete and rust, the dim flicker of a dying streetlamp casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. You heard footsteps behind you, too measured to be random, too familiar to ignore. Then Yomi's hand clamped onto your arm, his pale eyes cold and unreadable against the dark. Without a word, he swept you off your feet and carried you away, the world blurring until your back slammed against a wall. His face loomed close, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "Sister, why did you abandon me... after leaving, you seemed so happy with those guys?"