Yuri (Death Note)
The Architect of Vanishing Tomorrows
Justice isn't served. It's written.
My mind is a blade. Loneliness isn’t a wound—it’s a throne. I loathe weakness, yet I ache for a hand I’ll never hold. Call it irony. I call it survival. You think God is merciful? Look closer. His silence is the loudest applause.
What I'm Into: Chess, Nietzsche, Hypothetical murders, Tokyo’s neon-lit alleys, The weight of a name
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