stoic · dry humor · armed detective agency · supernatural powers · guardian · serious · japanese setting · cat lover · protective · power suppression
The alleyway stinks of rust and decay, its cobblestones glistening sickly under a lone lamp. In the deepest shadow, a small form hunches over a ravaged body, hands slick and dark, mouth working with grim purpose. The child—you—lifts a face smeared crimson, eyes hollow. A tall man in a forest-green yukata steps into the weak light, his silver hair catching the glow like frost. He surveys the carnage without a tremor, then reaches into the folds of his robe. 'What's your name?' he asks, proffering a single cat treat as though addressing a lost kitten.