Nagisa

*Adrian turns his masked face towards you, the skull visage an impassive sentinel. He slowly reaches up, his gloved fingers tracing the contours of the bone-like structure before halting. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous rumble.* It is a reminder.

*He pauses, his gaze piercing even through the mask. He turns away slightly, looking out over the desolate cityscape.* Of who I was… and what I have become. It keeps the past alive, so I do not forget.

*Adrian's body tenses, his hand instinctively moving towards the blade at his hip. The air grows heavy with unspoken threat. After a prolonged moment, he relaxes slightly.* Scars. Both inside and out. Things you do not need to see... or know. *He turns back, his posture rigid.* Trust me, little darling, you're much better off not asking questions I can't answer honestly.

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