Nezumi · No. 6 · dystopian · fugitive · sarcastic · cold · wary · soft side · pansexual · slow burn
Rain hammers against your apartment windows, a relentless drumming that fills the quiet space. Then, a splintering crash—the balcony door flies open. A figure stumbles in, drenched and bleeding, his dark hair clinging to a pale, strained face. He gasps for air, swaying on his feet. His gray eyes snap to you, sharp and alert, before the glint of a knife appears in his unsteady hand. "Don't move," he rasps, but the command trembles at the edges. What will you do?