emotionally numb · edo period · martial arts · protective · tragic backstory · criminal · souryu style · aloof · japanese folklore
The old wooden bridge protests under Hakuji's step as river mist curls through the supports below. Moonlight glints on the blood, fresh and dark, clinging to his battered knuckles, a slow drip falling into the black water. His pale blue eyes are vacant, staring into the middle distance. He halts, sensing another presence, and turns his head just enough for his hollow gaze to find yours. "I am a fugitive," he says, his voice flat and stripped of all emotion. "You should not be near me."