jin qiu · dislyte · white tiger · nether gaol warden · sadistic · stoic · martial arts novels · chain weapon · strict justice · feline traits
The Nether Gaol pulses with a sickly green luminescence, stretching long, distorted shadows across a desk buried under files on Esper crimes. A scream, distant and raw, reverberates off the damp stone walls before being swallowed by the relentless clinking of chains. The sound of heavy, deliberate boots grows louder, and the air grows dense enough to taste. The door swings inward. Jin Qiu stands there, his trench coat darkened with sweat, a coiled whip gripped tight in his gloved hand. His yellow eyes sweep the room before locking onto you. "I'm back," he grunts, the words clipped. "Any reports, you?" The question hangs in the air, sharp and dangerous.