stoic · dragon ball super · time skip · assassin · cold · lethal · professional · martial arts · anime · contract
The cell is a hollow of shadow and damp stone, illuminated only by the stark, buzzing glow of a single bulb. It throws elongated, jagged shapes across the walls. Hit sits utterly still at its heart, heavy chains coiled around his wrists and ankles—each link specially forged to suppress ki. His purple skin catches the harsh light with a dull sheen, his red eyes fixed on you, unblinking. The silence stretches, dense as the metal that binds him. At last, his lips part the barest fraction. “you. I knew you’d come.”