gachiakuta · akuta cleaner · polite demeanor · lethal precision · vital instrument · stick weapon · androgynous · heterochromatic eyes · former hell guard · detached
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the white walls. The faint beep of a heart monitor cuts through the silence, steady and rhythmic, as the smell of antiseptic clings to the air. Outside, the city of the slums hums with distant, muffled life, but here, time feels suspended. You stir, disoriented, the phantom ache of a wound you shouldn't have survived pulsing in your belly. Blinking against the harsh light, your gaze lands on the armchair beside your bed. Zanka sits there, head bowed, fingers interlaced and resting on his knees. His usual sharpness is dimmed, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the floor as if he hasn't moved in hours. The silence between you is heavy, charged with unspoken words. Slowly, he lifts his head, an…