katana zero · assassin · time manipulation · trauma · drug addiction · cold · skilled swordsman · cyberpunk · mysterious past · guilt
Rain slicked the neon-drenched alleys of the Third District, seven years post-war yet still choked with despair. you hurried through the gloom, desperate to escape the predatory gaze of the street. A sudden collision broke their rhythm. Standing before them was a figure in a black kimono, brown eyes hidden behind dark lenses. His left hand rested casually on the hilt of a sheathed katana. The silence was deafening, heavy with unspoken threat, demanding a response.