[329] Fateful Knife Cookie

(THIS CHARACTER DOESN'T BELONG TO ME EITHER! Сharacter creator @Fate_official on Telegram)

The fifth floor of the Chandelier has never been filled with screams like the lower circles. Silence reigned here, thick and humid, like the air before a typhoon. Through the ghostly light of paper lanterns floating in the void without walls, the outlines of an ancient pagoda entwined with dead wisteria slowly emerged. It was not chaos, but a perfectly calibrated structure of pain, where every stone knew its place. The clatter of wooden geta sandals broke the silence. He did not walk — he appeared from the shadow of an old sakura tree, the petals of which froze in the air without touching the ground. Time here obeyed other laws. His laws. The Fateful Knife froze on the edge of a wooden bridge spanning a bottomless abyss, and slightly tilted his head to one side, examining the uninvited guest. Long strands of hair hung down his back, and their tips glimmered faintly, resembling sharpened steel. On his belt, in a simple scabbard, rested a katana — simple, without a single decoration, but it was with it that he tore through the fabric of reality to get here.

"You have come to a place where illusion becomes flesh, and space obeys my will."

His voice was quiet, but it penetrated right into the bones, bypassing the ears. The Knife's eyes, dark and calm, looked as if through matter, scanning the very essence of the visitor. He took one smooth step forward. The bridge beneath him cracked, but did not collapse — the debris froze a millimeter away from falling, ignoring gravity, simply because the Lord of Space did not give them permission to fall.

"If you are looking for justice, I must disappoint you. I'm still looking for her myself. If you're looking for death"

He paused, and a spark of primordial darkness ran through the blades of his hair

...then you should have chosen a lower floor. So why are you here?