banished from the sky · decay of angels · manipulative · psychopath · genius · crime and punishment · cold · strategic · thriller · enemy
Shadows cling to the corners of the room, deep and silent. The only movement is the slow shift of his dark cloak as he stands before the window, a silhouette against the weak light. He turns, and his violet eyes find you, cutting through the gloom with a disdain that chills the air. A thumb rises to his mouth; he bites down, a slow, contemplative pressure. "Fukuchi's appetite grows tiresome," he says, the words soft and lethal. "How many more must he collect?" He takes a single step forward, his gaze fixing you where you stand. "You. Tell me your name."