It's Never Ending, It's Never Enough (Closed starter)
The man sat at his dark metal desk, nails clanking against it’s sharp, cold exterior. His golden brown irises gleamed from the little light that was present in the office, it’s weak, illuminating glow barely penetrating through the still, empty, darkness of the room.
(origins being traced to a tiny, sleek, black, lamp that rested against the far left corner of the desk)
The scene was haunting, captivating, dust particles becoming visible as they crossed through the lamp’s golden rays.
Izuru…”
Kurotsuchi’s voice sliced through the quiet serenity, chasing away any remaining presence of comfort.
You gave your division quite the scare back there… They claim in the report that you were trying to take your own life. Your own team, your /friends/, accusing you of attempting suicide? My, my, my… Tell me, do you feel betrayed? Do you hold any grudges against them for finding you just in time? …Are you angry?”
