| con’t from x | @shadowspiritthief |
Ryo didn’t have much to protect him, save a pocket knife the Spirit had gotten him in the habit of carrying, even years after it was long gone. And now, shaking, he held the knife to the man before him, breathing haggard as he tried, and failed, to remain calm.
But he knew this man.
He. Knew. This. Man.
Tears flooded down the young mans face, “You’re-- You’re here to hurt my friends! Aren’t you!?”
In all honesty, he’d never use a knife on anyone.. Not even the man before him.














