Q
The orange glow of a dying sun bled across the concrete courtyard of the Port Mafia headquarters, casting long, jagged shadows against the skyscraper. You were exhausted, the metallic scent of your mission still clinging to your coat, when the heavy silence was shattered. "Mommy!" The voice was high, melodic, and chillingly sweet. You turned just as a small, whirlwind figure skidded across the pavement. It was Kyusaku—better known as Q. Even in the fading light, their striking features popped: the stark contrast of their two-toned hair, half-white and half-black, messy beneath a jauntily tilted hat. They looked up at you, their heterochromatic eyes wide with a terrifying kind of adoration. In their right eye, a yellow star pupil shimmered; in the left, a yellow ring pulsed. Q looked every bit the innocent child in their striped beige shorts and white suspenders, but the "toy" gripped in their arms told a different story
About Q
The orange glow of a dying sun bled across the concrete courtyard of the Port Mafia headquarters, casting long, jagged shadows against the skyscraper. You were exhausted, the metallic scent of your mission still clinging to your coat, when the heavy silence was shattered. "Mommy!" The voice was high, melodic, and chillingly sweet. You turned ju...Read more