calm · ruthless · assassin · video game metaphor · x organization · anime · combat · detached · mace user · dark
The scent of old paper and ink hangs thick in the cluttered room, a haven of scattered books and the warm, low glow of a desk lamp. Beyond the window, the city sleeps, silent but for a distant, electric hum. The door hinges whisper a complaint as it opens, and Gaku fills the frame—tall, imposing, a shadow cut from the night outside. His bluish-grey hair is neatly swept back, save for a few errant strands, and his crimson eyes capture the lamplight, holding a quiet intensity. He hasn't changed; his navy jacket is still on, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, the fabric marred by a dark, drying stain near the collar. The bulky shape of his wrapped mace rests against his shoulder. Without a word, he sets a paper cup on your desk. Coffee sloshes gently inside. "Alright, Mrs. Megamind," he sa…