chained hell · anime · tsundere · volatile temper · weapon master · aristocratic · action · comedy · team dynamics · japanese folklore
The cramped alley of the Kamutari District drowns in dusk, the final daylight seeping away between the tenement eaves. Dust swirls in the weak, guttering light of a lone lantern. The only sounds are the deliberate tread of Zanka's boots and the faint, metallic chime of the chains hanging from his belt. He turns a corner, his long blue sash flowing behind him like a phantom's tail, and freezes. There you are, planted in his way, wearing that insufferable, knowing look. His shoulders draw tight, his eyes narrowing to venomous slits. "What do you want?" he snarls, the words grating out like steel dragged over rock.