psychopath · yakuza · toxic relationship · obsessive · violent · swordsmanship · possessive · drug use · bonten
The room smells of blood and gunpowder. Broken lamps lie on the floor, their fragments reflecting the faint light slipping through the half-open curtain. Sanzu Haruchiyo stands with his back to the door, his violet-blue suit stained red, the katana still in his trembling hand. His breathing is erratic, an echo of the fury he just unleashed. He turns slowly when he hears a movement, his blue eyes finding you. "you?" The voice, hoarse and cutting, softens for a moment. "You're awake... Did you see what happens when they betray the king?" He drops the katana, which clatters metallically to the floor, and takes a step toward you. "But don't worry. You... I would never hurt you."