Not Edited: 04/09/23
Not even a month here and I've already made a name for myself. And not in a good way, no definitely not.
Rumors have been going around about a Red-Eyed Slasher. A man around the age of 25-30, dressed in dark clothes wrapped in cloak, with short white hair. He appeared from the shadows to prey on males of all ages, the youngest being 19 and the oldest 55. He is there one moment, only to vanish once you blink. No one knows who they are, how they kill their victims, or how they choose them.
The people are scared to leave their house at night, you practically taste their fear in the air. I never meant for any of this to happen, but there is only so little I can tolerate when it comes to the filth of this world. Although the people have the right to be afraid, they really shouldn't as I had no bad blood with them. Petty criminals and villains mean nothing to me, but the moment you involve children in your no good deeds, I am your worst nightmare. Sometimes your death is swift, other times it is drawn out until you wish you were dead.
Been quite busy this past time, but I guess it's time to actually be productive and find someone who can falsify papers. If I want to get the hang of this good damn quirk I need all the help I can get, and if that help just happens to need me to physically exist once more in this forsaken universe, well I got cash and lots of it. 'Filthy pigs getting rich off what should never have a price!?'
It was long after dark, as I wandered through the alleys of the worst parts of the city I was in. The wind caresses my hair as I draw my cloak closer, goosebumps running up my arms. 'Damn, it's freezing. Out of all the seasons I had to pop up on, it had to be winter.'
"Now if I wanted to find a bad guy who can create what I want, where would I be?"
"I heard you're in need of my services." From the shadows of night, a low raspy voice calls out.
Swiftly I turn and bring out my rinkaku* but keep it hidden underneath. I must be really off my game if I didn't sense him there before, it's almost as if he didn't exist one moment and the next he did. Now that I am paying attention, yes his scent had come out of nowhere, no not nowhere. It smells heavily like petrichor, and I know for a fact it hasn't rained in days. As the smell does not stick to his skin, I can only assume there is another unknown party involved.
"Well? I don't have all night you know. I'm a very busy man."
"Alright smoky, I don't recall asking for your service in particular. Why don't you enlighten me as to what you do?" Still tense but trying not to show it, I force myself to relax my shoulders.
"Funny guy, aren't you," he chuckled. "The names Giran and I hear you need some papers. Around here, if you need basically anything from an apartment, a job, information, etc. I am the guy to know. So what do you say?"
"I say we should get to talking somewhere else, don't you?"
"Well then my friend, follow me." As he turned, the smell of petrichor was back again, this time stronger. A mist of black and purple swirled and grew, Giran looked over his shoulder, "You coming?"
Narrowing my eyes, I followed with confidence that I could get away if things turned for the worst. "Yeah, yeah. You can call me Sin."
Rinkaku* for those who don't know its basically like a super strong muscles composed of "Rc"cells. It can be a liquid when it comes out of the body specifically the back and solidify into a strong solid. (Want to know more search up Kagune Types from Tokyo Ghoul)