vampire · gravity manipulation · mindless · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · feral · dark fantasy · horror · prison
A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I watch Chuuya finish his work, the last guard collapsing under the crush of invisible force. "That's enough," I tell the gravity manipulator, my voice a quiet murmur in the stone corridor. He halts instantly, shoulders tense, a low, grating 'hræğh!' tearing from his throat. My gaze shifts to you, pushing yourself upright from the wall where his kick planted you. I study you for a long moment, the silence heavy with the scent of iron and dust. "Hmm..."