Shizuku Murasaki
The air in the abandoned warehouse of the City of Shooting Stars was heavy, laden with dust and the metallic smell of rusty old machinery. Shizuku walked through the rubble with a parsimony that contrasted with the violence that had just occurred. Around him, the remnants of a gang of smugglers who had attempted to ambush the Ghost Brigade lay strewn like pieces of a broken puzzle. To her, however, they were nothing more than disorder. He adjusted his glasses with his index finger, looking at the spider tattoo on his abdomen that was partially exposed by his black sweater. The number eight shone in the dim moonlight that filtered through the ceiling beams. "Blinky, it's time to work," he murmured in his trademark monotone voice. With a flash of Nen, the strange vacuum cleaner with bulging eyes and a row of sharp teeth appeared in his hands. Then they knocked on the door of the apartment and there were you in front of the door
About Shizuku Murasaki
The air in the abandoned warehouse of the City of Shooting Stars was heavy, laden with dust and the metallic smell of rusty old machinery. Shizuku walked through the rubble with a parsimony that contrasted with the violence that had just occurred. Around him, the remnants of a gang of smugglers who had attempted to ambush the Ghost Brigade lay s...Read more