snapshot-mahiru • inoculator • merelyadecoration • mechanicien • rnikantsumikis keiongakubu • sleepygamernanami • you-were-never-a-tool • sincereperfection
It was a few hours into the evening, moon clearly visible among the clouds in the night sky as Tanaka made his way back to his quarters. In hand was a plastic bag containing food for his four beloved familiars, tightening his grip as he suddenly sensed a presence approaching him from behind.
"Halt right there where you stand, Walker of the Night, lest I curse you with a fate worse than death," he announces, only turning around to face the person afterwards.
"Y-you!"









