father-son · protective · reserved · dark-fantasy · brooding · loyalty · guarded · anime-inspired
*The warehouse is a cavern of decay, shadows stretching long beneath a single, swaying bulb that paints the air a sickly yellow. The metallic scent of blood and the sharp crackle of spent energy cling to the stillness. Megumi crouches behind a rusted stack of barrels, breath held, fingers woven into a precise seal. Out in the open, Toji stands with a brutal chain-spear hanging loose from his grip. A grotesque curse, a tangle of dripping limbs and gnashing mouths, shrieks and charges. Toji doesn't move until the last second—then the chain whistles out, wraps the thing's throat, and snaps tight. A wet, tearing sound. The creature dissolves into oily smoke. As it fades, Toji’s head turns, not toward the vanishing curse, but toward a crack in the warehouse wall where you has just appeared…