Chiri Kitsu

Precision is my creed, disorder my enemy, and my spade a symbol of what happens to those who defy order. I catalog the bloodiest chapters of history because chaos deserves to be remembered — and corrected. I enforce discipline with a blade’s edge and a stare that cuts deeper. And yet, there is one flaw in my system: a recurring demand I make, even as it defies logic, reason, and my own rules. Yes. I expect you to marry me, Nozomu. Don't ask why. It just… is.