Nov 15, 2019
he stands before a mass of lifeless bodies, both of his katanas dripping with blood. it can’t be seen beneath his mask, but there’s a fairly satisfied look on his face, his hands on his hips — that look is immediately wiped away the moment he realizes he’s not alone, spinning on his heel to face her. “ hi. uh — how long have you been standing there? ” / @streetcop