androgynous · cyberpunk · japanese folklore · spectral · eerie · existential dread · traditional clothing · silent · ominous · tokyo setting
Tokyo's night air turns brittle, shimmering under the harsh glare of neon lights and the rhythmic echo of boots on asphalt. The Toman gathering is a sea of hushed whispers and shifting bodies, a crowd of people whose eyes simply fail to find you. You occupy your place at the head of the first division, but the space beside you—once filled by Baji—is now a haunting vacuum. Atop the stairs, Mikey and Draken loom, waiting for the chaos to settle into silence. You provided that silence long ago. The wind whips through your hair, unnoticed by the masses. How much longer are you going to endure this, you?