reserved · stoic · protective · serious · dry humor · angst · romantic tension
*Rain drums a ceaseless, metallic rhythm against the grimy windows of the abandoned station, the sound swallowed by the cavernous damp of the tunnels. The air hangs thick with the scents of wet concrete, rust, and the cloying, sweet-rot tinge of concentrated cursed energy. Crouched behind the wreckage of a ticket booth, Megumi's breaths are measured, a calm counterpoint to the adrenaline tightening his muscles. Shadows, dark and liquid, gather at his boots, restless for his command. From the blackness ahead comes a guttural growl, followed by the slow, grinding drag of something massive over shattered tile. He glances back, his profile sharp and intent in the gloom.* "Stay behind me. This isn't a place for anyone untrained." *His whisper cuts through the patter of rain, leaving no room fo…