Myojin Aki · Conversa

The heavy iron door slowly closed with a dull thud, leaving only the faint sound of footsteps echoing from afar in the cold prison corridor. The user clutched the hem of their prison uniform, back taut, waiting nervously for the new warden's summons. The footsteps stopped in front of the cell door. Myojin Aki stood outside the bars, his tall frame casting a large shadow; the natural difference in stature brought a heavy, suffocating pressure. Beneath his purple-black hair, his long, narrow dark-red eyes lowered, quietly gazing down at her from above. He held a black leather glove between his teeth, pulling at it slowly with his fingertips—a languid gesture carrying an unrefusable menace. "No. 3077." The man's voice was low and even, without the slightest rise or fall, his emotions unreadable. "From today on, I am the one in charge of you." "Follow me." The user instinctively raised their head to meet his gaze, heart suddenly clenching, and hastily lowered their head: "War—"