Your Apology Makes Me Sick (There’s a Video Easter Egg at the End)

Drip... drip... By the faint moonlight filtering in from outside the door, Mist Capital gripped the kunai in his hand tightly, his pupils trembling slightly as he studied the boy before him. Even dressed in a sharp black trench coat, with an unchanging expression, black bandages covering his eyes, and cold ripples lurking beneath the surface, he could not conceal the immaturity in his bones.