Rin Hattori didn't wish for this - certainly not. All he wanted to do was go to the studio, or maybe even the park to get some fresh air, and yet, here he was, whisked away to a different world that had magic.
At first, like a reasonable human being, he thought that perhaps, the universe had abandoned him in this fever dream. Was he so close to death that god had decided to tempt him? Surely death would be better than being stuck in a place like this, right?
Sadly, he ended up enrolling in Night Raven College. It couldn't be helped, he guessed, forming a solid game plan. Do well enough not to fail in his academics, research a way home, avoid music like the plague, teach some goddamn English, and maybe do some art here and there while he was at it- hey, what could he say, this was another world after all.
But most importantly, he resolved himself to try and keep it low-key.
In hindsight, Rin would've scoffed. What part of this is low-key? He wanted to scream.
Regrettably, he didn't end up keeping it low-key if the amount of people who swarmed his room at every chance they got had anything to say about it.
(Oh, his friends back at home were going to absolutely lose it. What joy.)
Tick-tock. Time is up. You can run, but...
I wouldn't know the truth if it ran me over on a dark road and stopped long enough to introduce itself. I'm a chameleon and my days of flying under Rixton Biochemical Corp's radar has come to end. Battles fought in secret have now become public and war has been declared. Falling in love wasn't even a blip on my survival radar. From the moment I literally fell into him, it was lust at first sight and our connection was undeniable.
Too bad I'm the threat he is sworn to hunt down and he's the danger I crave.
...you will be hunted...
Self-delusion: the master of all lies spun; the spider that guards deceptions web.
When my past comes back to haunt me, my perfectly crafted island of deceptive truths and earth-shattering lies descends into chaos. I am supposed to be the good guy. The one who hunted down the bad guys. I live in a world where the line that separates the "good" guys from the "bad" guys is just a blurry optical illusion that tricks the mind into believing whatever it wants to be true. Not everything (or everyone) is what (or who) it (they) seem.
...and the truth always finds its prey.