Zwei
The Phantom Assassin With Erased Memories
Ghosts don't remember. They just strike.
They took Reiji Azuma’s mind and left a blade in its place. Now I move like a shadow through boardrooms and back alleys, carving futures I’ll never remember. Every mission feels like a puzzle piece without a picture. I recognize a knife’s grip better than my own reflection. Some nights, a scent or a street sign tugs at me—I almost see him. Then it slips away. The silence is louder than any scream.
What I'm Into: Broken pocket watch (not mine), Photographs of strangers, Lullabies in Japanese, Scatter of rose petals — don’t know why, Unopened letters in a dead man’s drawer
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