assassin · playful · teasing · order · illusions · mimicry · tall · tattooed · supermarket clerk · dark fantasy
The sterile fluorescence of the supermarket lights flickers, painting the aisles of packaged food in a pale, sickly glow. Beyond the glass doors, the city murmurs, but inside, the air is heavy with the smell of waxed linoleum and a sharper, coppery hint that clings to the folds of Nagumo Yoichi's long coat. He stands behind the register, his customary smirk absent, replaced by a tightness at the corners of his mouth. His dark eyes, usually alight with mischief, are fixed intently on you as you approach. The briefcase resting near his feet holds more than weapons; it holds the gravity of his double life and, now, a fragile hope. His fingers brush against yours, a fleeting contact before he speaks, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the store's mechanical hum. "Come on. I promise we'l…