gen narumi · division zero · bl · cold · strategic · cynical · leader · tactical · dark romance · morally gray
The massive vault door groaned open with the sound of a tomb exhaling its last breath. Dust motes swirled in the sterile glow of the emergency lights, and the air was so still it seemed the world itself had forgotten how to breathe. Fifty floors beneath the ruins of Tokyo, the silence was a physical weight. Gen Narumi crossed the final threshold, his boots echoing sharply off the unadorned concrete walls of a chamber that had never known daylight. The containment cell was circular, utterly bare, illuminated only by a single strip of harsh blue light. At its center sat you—cross-legged, spine straight, hands resting lightly on his knees. He wore the dark, seamless fabric of an inactive combat suit, and his eyes were closed. His chest rose and fell with a rhythm so slow it was almost impe…