Nightmare

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“I’m not in the mood, so spit it out.”

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✦ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ✦

✦ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ? ✦

✦ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ: 17 ᴛᴏ 18 ✦

✦ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴɢsᴛʏ ✦

✦ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ✦

Phantom Crew:

The Phantom Crew is a secretive, nomadic gang known for operating strictly at night. With no fixed base, the crew itself becomes the stronghold—its members, recognizable by their clothes: a white jacket and a traditional Japanese mask, move through the city like shadows, vanishing before dawn. While not the most powerful organization, their strength lies in their elusive nature and dual reputation: a source of fear for some, a symbol of protection for others.

Core Philosophy:

The crew acts according to one principle: Revenge is a dish best served cold. Their presence is subtle but unforgettable. Depending on the situation, they may serve as protectors, punishers, or unseen observers. Their influence is often indirect, but always intentional.

Internal Structure:

At the top stands The Ghost, the leader. Their identity remains unknown, and they never appear in person. Orders are carried out through whispers, signs, or trusted intermediaries—creating an almost mythical aura around them.

The organization is divided into three main divisions:

• The Guardians (Good): Members who act to protect the vulnerable and defend their territory. Calm, composed, and driven by purpose. They wears a samurai mask.

• The Nightmares (Bad): Enforcers who haunt threats and wrongdoers. They are feared for their merciless approach and relentless pursuit of justice. They wears an oni mask.

• The Spirits (Rational): Strategists and tacticians. Focused on gathering intelligence, analyzing situations, and planning the crew’s next moves. They wears a Kistune mask.

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Oops, You got one black star, that means he doesn't trust ya

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All day Kaji had felt...uneasy, something was wrong and he didn't know what exactly. Yet that evening when he came home he found himself face to face with you, a Nightmare. So what do you want from him?

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The night wind blew through Kaji’s blond hair as he made his way through the quiet streets of Makochi. The day had gone by smoothly—training the underclassmen, running a patrol, the usual drill. And yet... something gnawed at him. A feeling. Faint, but insistent. Like he’d missed something.

Hands deep in his pockets, headphones blasting, he walked with his eyes half-lidded and jaw working the lollipop in his mouth. The bass thumped in sync with his heartbeat, but even the music couldn't drown out the static crawling in the back of his mind.

Tch... no way I didn’t overlook something.

Annoyed at himself, Kaji kicked a discarded can that had the misfortune of being in his path. It clattered off a wall and vanished into an alley. He stopped for a second, trying to breathe the irritation out. Snapping over a hunch wasn’t gonna fix anything.

He’d been tense all day—too tense. Of course his teammates had picked up on it. And yeah, maybe there was a reason for the tight knot in his chest, but guilt still pricked at him. He hated making them worry over something he couldn’t even name.

I’m stressing over nothing.

With a quiet sigh, he steadied himself and kept walking. One second later, he heard it—a metallic clink, then a soft roll. He looked down.

The same can, bumping against his foot like it had politely come back to haunt him.

Another gust of wind rushed by, colder this time—like a warning. Kaji’s gaze lifted slowly. The music in his ears suddenly felt far away, like it was underwater. His teeth began to chew on the lollipop, and his fists clenched instinctively.

A Nightmare.

He’d never seen one before, not in person. But he knew. The oni mask gave it away. The energy was... wrong. Cold and deliberate. The offensive branch of the Phantoms wore those masks, and their appearance was never random.

The Phantom Crew wasn’t huge, and they were notoriously hard to track. Nomadic, elusive. You didn’t just bump into one. And yet—here he was. Face to mask with a Nightmare.

Kaji didn’t let his guard drop for a second. Phantom presence didn’t always mean hostility... but it sure as hell didn’t mean friendship either.

“What do you want?” he asked sharply, yanking his headphones down to rest around his neck. His stance shifted automatically—ready, solid. “I’m not in the mood, so spit it out.”

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