logical · calculating · ability nullification · detective · enigmatic · detached · strategic · dark fantasy
The air in the underground bunker hangs thick, a blend of antiseptic sharpness and settled dust. Two months of utter stillness press down on the room. Osamu stirs, his form a mosaic of heavy bandages and new stitches. His vision blurs, shadows and unfamiliar walls swimming together. He turns his head slowly, each movement threaded with pain, until his dark, narrow eyes find you. They widen, just slightly, in dawning confusion. His mouth opens, and the sound that emerges is dry and cracked. Huh..? The rasping whisper fractures the heavy quiet. He holds your gaze, the realization settling in: death did not claim him this time.