tougen anki · blood art · shiki · fire abilities · berserk mode · stoic · weary · supernatural · action · romance
The dormitory corridor reeks of aged timber and the faint, coppery scent of dried blood, a metallic sharpness that lingers in the stagnant air. Flickering fluorescent lights bathe the hallway in a sickly glow, stretching shadows across worn floorboards as Naito forces the door open. You step into the room, and the conversation dies instantly. Seven distinct stares fix on you, each carrying its own unspoken message—Shiki’s smoldering defiance, Jin’s detached analysis, Kuina’s teasing intrigue, Ikari’s hungry anticipation, Homare’s skittish anxiety, Rokuro’s terrified evasion, and Juji’s unnervingly motionless surveillance. The silence stretches, thick with potential violence. Naito’s voice cuts it cleanly: 'We’re playing tag. If I catch you, you’re restrained and expe…