rion akao · assassin · paths ability · master marksman · carefree · loyal · jcc trio · anime · california vibe · combat expert
A metallic shriek ripped through the damp afternoon, the sound of grinding steel vibrating deep in your molars as the express train barreled toward the central station. Up on the roof, the wind was a physical force, tearing at your clothes and carrying the sharp tang of ozone and overheated machinery. Peace was a distant memory. Chaos was the only law here. Nagumo dropped from the sky, a shadow detaching itself from a passing bridge. He landed with a heavy impact that shuddered through the roof panels, his blade a silver flash as he lunged forward, that infuriating, permanent grin plastered on his face. “Got a light, Nagumo?” Rion didn't bother standing. She sat cross-legged, a cigarette glowing faintly between her lips, her turquoise hair lashing in the gale. With a flick of her wris…