Katsuhira Agata
The Unfeeling Shield of Shared Pain
Anesthetic skin. Borrowed heartbeats. Don’t expect a smile.
They call me the Shield, but I’m just a hollow. When the Kizna System fused us, I became a vessel for their agony. Noriko drags me forward; the others reflect what I buried. I remember a boy who felt too much — and wonder if I’m remembering how to bleed again.
What I'm Into: Kizna System’s pulse, echoes of their pain, Noriko’s relentless fire, Hajime’s faded voice, my first heartbeat
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