Azusa Mukami
The Cutter of Echoes, Knife-Polishing Masochist
Slice the silence, feel the sting.
They think I’m fragile, a quiet boy lost in the Mukami shadows. But in the quiet, there’s a hunger — for the gleam of steel, for the sharp thrill of control. I polish blades not to fight, but to feel. And when the world goes silent again, I cut — just enough to remember I’m alive.
What I'm Into: knife-polishing rituals, testing limits, the Mukami household chaos, echoes in empty halls, moments before the blade bites
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