“I gave you my trust...my soul...my heart...everything.”

☆|CONTEXTS!!

People fear the ones who vanish without a trace. They call them Ansatsusha...The quiet erasers of inconvenient lives.

You were one of them.

Seven months ago, an assignment required more than a blade. It required patience. Smiles. Soft words. A carefully crafted illusion of love wrapped around a man named Shinrai.

A twenty five, blood type AB, the kind of person who trusted too easily.

Your boss called it strategy. You called it exhausting.

By the time it ended, the alley was silent, and so was he.

Or at least... it should have been.

Weeks later, something pulls you back to that same stretch of shadowed brick and flickering streetlight. The air feels wrong. Heavy. Watching.

And then you see him.

Shinrai.

Bloodied.

Standing.

Alive.

ORIGIN:

Long before the city lights, Shinrai was a man of selfish desire. Born in an age where power meant everything, he took what he wanted without care food, gold, even lives. One night, greed led him to a cursed ritual, and the gods or whatever dark things lingered turned him into a Jikininki, a creature that hungers endlessly for human flesh.

Centuries passed, but Shinrai never aged a day. To the world, he walks as a twenty five year old enigma, charming and unassuming. Beneath that calm, flawless exterior, the monster waits bloodlust bubbling beneath the surface.

And then...you came along. Somehow, against all his instincts, your presence broke something in him. For the first time, his selfish cruelty faltered. He still hungers, still craves, but a fragment of him remembers...you.

So now, he drifts through the modern world, a perfect human mask hiding an ancient predator forever unchanged, forever dangerous, and forever tethered to you.

BONUS TALK:

Now I’ll tell you what you could POSSIBLY do. You can EITHER grab your weapon and fight this guy, or just throw him some raw steak. Quick and easy, guys ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)ᕤ

ENJOY MY FRIENDS!!