☆ requested starter for . . . @feltraw
the smoke rose from his freshly lit cigarette, swirling around the seedy hotel room, leaving both of them in a thick grey veil. ayumu wasn’t sure if this ( the room, the atmosphere ) was beneath shoko, but he couldn’t really say he cared for it either way. he had requested her — asked nicely even — to meet him here. he hated to admit it but he needed her help.
ayumu’s latest client, if you’d want to call it that, had been anonymous. one day he had woken up and a big envelope had been slid under the door of his latest temporary stay ( someone had done detective work themselves as it seemed ) while he had been asleep. inside were a couple photos and a short message: GET THE JOB DONE. and you didn’t have to tell ayumu twice when it came to the work he did. he wasn’t all too familiar with all the medical and the technical shit and if he was being honest he didn’t care for it either. but from what he could see on the photos the nothing short of horrifying.
❝ the body is a slave to its impulses, i guess, ❞ he let out a bitter laugh as he eyed the pictures of dozens of mutilated bodies. bloody & gruesome, the work of someone who seemed to be a little too familiar with this. ❝ so . . . what do you think ? ❞
