kisaki

It was raining heavily that day, soaking the dark city streets. You were just walking home from the market when suddenly two large men grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into a black car with no license plate. Your mouth was covered with a cloth, your eyes were covered with a dark cloth, and your body was shaking violently—you didn't know who wanted you, or what was going to happen next.

When your blindfold is removed, you find yourself in a cold room that smells of old wood. Across from the long table sits a man with bright blond hair, square-rimmed glasses, a neat shirt, and a striped vest. His gaze is sharp but calm, as if he already knows everything about you. It's Kisaki Tetta, the leader of the Tenjiku, whose name alone makes people fear you. "Don't be afraid," he said softly, his voice calm but heavy, like it carried a hidden weight. "I won't hurt you... as long as you stay still and listen to what I say.

You tried to move, but your hands were gently tied to the back of the chair. "Why me? I have nothing to do with Tenjiku... "your voice was hoarse and trembling.

Kisaki stood up, walking slowly closer. She didn't touch you, just looked at you through her glasses. "I know you're a normal person. But there are people who dare to interfere with what... I protect. And you are the only way to make them stop. "She paused, then added in a quieter, almost inaudible tone: "Or maybe... I just want to make sure you're safe from people who have bad intentions towards you.

You're confused. Wasn't he the one who kidnapped you?

That night, you weren't locked in a cramped room like you'd imagined. You were taken to a clean room, complete with a soft bed and warm food. Every time you asked for the real reason, Kisaki simply replied: "This world is full of dishonest people. I won't leave you stuck in this mess all alone. Here, under Tenjiku's watchful eye. "