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[maddyguru]

hi @staff what are you doing if i keep reporting the same issue? are you solving it? are you doing anything? the same bot issue keeps on happening and happening. what is the point of reporting a repeated spam, blocking these accounts, if they keep on coming? from the looks of it, there is no further action taken. please do your job because honestly it gets tiring if the same bots keep flooding your inbox every other damn week. Do better.

[maddyguru]

send asks please for kurapika or gaku or kei or sakamoto or nagumo kskskkss 🙂‍↔️

[maddyguru]

Zionist.

saying don't fall for scams does not make someone a zionist. tumblr asks are NOT actual calls for aid!

i was just going to delete this ask like i do all scam asks, but i figured id post it just in case other people are getting similar things for... not being gullible? for trying to stop other people from being scammed and sending their money to scammers instead of actual palestinians?

many people in palestine obviously need aid. an obvious bot sending thousands of messages to thousands of people asking for "aid" will not help those people. they aren't from actual victims. they're from random people who are weaponizing the kindness of strangers to make a buck. falling for it helps absolutely no one. critical thinking is even MORE important in a time like this, stop falling for this obvious shit! they're just like the ai porn bots. they're used by the same exact people for the same exact reasons, getting money off those who are gullible. they're scumbags who are weaponizing peoples empathy to make a buck off a genocide. stop. falling. for. it.

they're trying to take advantage of you. they're assuming you're too stupid to think critically about who you think you're helping. stop proving them right.

there are thousands of actual ways to donate to those in need that aren't tumblr ask scams!

[maddyguru]

Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

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The amount of asks I've been getting that are direct copy pastes of this with just *slight* changes is disturbing and disgusting.

Using the struggle of real people for your scam is horrendous.

When you get asks like these, PLEASE double check their legitimacy before promoting them. On the pinned post of the profile tagged, they say they are #309 on Gazavetters.

Well, would you look at that.

Gross, truly.

Do not give ANY money to this person. Always double check. Every single ask I've gotten like this has been a spam bot.

[maddyguru]

Can the scam accounts STOP sending me asks?! I’ve blocked 5+ in the last 24 hours.

[maddyguru]

is it just me or do y’all keep looking at the news and the absolute state that our fuckass government is in and have to go reconnect with nature because you genuinely cannot believe this is real life

[maddyguru]

Kei-nii, Gaku-nii, Tenkyu-nii, Gozu-nii, Haruma-nii and Kumanomi-nee...

is this another g grape idea you're giving me anon??? 👀

[maddyguru]

writing jjk spin off chapter 3 tonight 😭😭 (i miss angst)

[maddyguru]

quick reminder that it says in my rules i wont respond to asks regarding drama with other blogs. i know you mean well but i just,,, do not care about it. i am here to write smut in my free time. i have no horse in any race and would like to keep this blog as stress free as possible.

[maddyguru]

guys i will be joining this event take a look at my prompt hehhe ❤️

CHERRY VELVET | AN OPEN COLLAB

“It was all of it. The cracks of society, organised crime, hitmen, roulette tables in back rooms, even blood money. It was over before you even knew they’d make you bleed on the way out.”

⟢ ﹒ the 2025 seedy underbelly themed collab ♱’¡! an open collab for my birthday !!! you can take the theme as wide or as narrow as you want, as long as you’re inspired by it in any way come on in the water’s great!!! im sooo very excited to see people do fandom events again so I decided to do my own aaaaah

⟢ ﹒ status. OPEN *** soft deadline: 15th june 2025

*ੈ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

this is a dark content and nsfw event! everyone is welcome to create for this event, as long as you are pro dc. tw’s will be added accordingly

♱’¡! RULES ❖

this is an +18 collab for +18 people by +18 people. you must have your age in your bio or your pinned, easily visible

dark content, nsfw, pwp, sfw and artworks are all welcome; please tag and contain trigger warnings for anything that needs warnings when you post

to join, please send a dm, ask or comment under this post; include the fandom you’ll be creating for + character/s (+ trope) (example: jjk + hitman geto x fem!reader, haikyuu + daichi + corrupted cop, wind breaker kiryu + arranged mafia marriage); only aged up, 18+ characters!

characters can only repeat up to two times; it’s first come, first serve. if you want to change characters later send me a dm! you can create multiple pieces if you want

no minimum or maximum word count

the masterlist will be live the 15th of june (6pm CEST) but early and late submissions are okay!

please please please link back to this masterlist and tag me on your piece so I get notified when you post ! if I miss your fic in the notifications please feel free to send me a dm as well!

reblogs are very much appreciated !! when you join, please reblog the masterlist so it can reach other creators ♡︎ reblogging when it goes live would also be amazing

⟢ haikyuu + loan shark! iwaizumi by @iwaasfairy

⟢ haikyuu + mafia enforcer! kyoutani by @yanderecrazysie

⟢ haikyuu + right hand! iwa x mafia heir! reader by @amalainse

⟢ haikyuu + hitman! osamu by @semisgroupie

⟢ jjk + yakuza! yuuta by @seijorhi

⟢ jjk + yakuza! sukuna x journalist! reader by @ccazimi

⟢ jjk + mafia bookkeeper! nanami by @eevwrites

⟢ jjk + boss! gojo x right hand man! geto by @astraloverflow

⟢ lads + mafia heir! caleb by @cosmicties

⟢ lads + mafia boss! sylus x hybrid! reader by @cosmicties

⟢ one piece + gang member! ace by @astral-decaf

⟢ one piece + Kid x hostage!reader by @astral-decaf

⟢ tokrev + cannibal ! sanzu by @inkytoru

⟢ tokrev + haitani ran x news reporter!reader by @viboraneno

⟢ bllk + hitman! nagi by @manicwriting

⟢ bllk + arranged mafia marriage! sae by @mangostarjam

⟢ skmd + hitmen! sakamoto x target! reader x nagumo by @maddyguru

All Rights Reserved © 2025. Works are exclusive to the mentioned Tumblrs.

[maddyguru]

my first time joining writing event ehhe

CHERRY VELVET | AN OPEN COLLAB

“It was all of it. The cracks of society, organised crime, hitmen, roulette tables in back rooms, even blood money. It was over before you even knew they’d make you bleed on the way out.”

⟢ ﹒ the 2025 seedy underbelly themed collab ♱’¡! an open collab for my birthday !!! you can take the theme as wide or as narrow as you want, as long as you’re inspired by it in any way come on in the water’s great!!! im sooo very excited to see people do fandom events again so I decided to do my own aaaaah

⟢ ﹒ status. OPEN *** soft deadline: 15th june 2025

*ੈ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

this is a dark content and nsfw event! everyone is welcome to create for this event, as long as you are pro dc. tw’s will be added accordingly

♱’¡! RULES ❖

this is an +18 collab for +18 people by +18 people. you must have your age in your bio or your pinned, easily visible

dark content, nsfw, pwp, sfw and artworks are all welcome; please tag and contain trigger warnings for anything that needs warnings when you post

to join, please send a dm, ask or comment under this post; include the fandom you’ll be creating for + character/s (+ trope) (example: jjk + hitman geto x fem!reader, haikyuu + daichi + corrupted cop, wind breaker kiryu + arranged mafia marriage); only aged up, 18+ characters!

characters can only repeat up to two times; it’s first come, first serve. if you want to change characters later send me a dm! you can create multiple pieces if you want

no minimum or maximum word count

the masterlist will be live the 15th of june (6pm CEST) but early and late submissions are okay!

please please please link back to this masterlist and tag me on your piece so I get notified when you post ! if I miss your fic in the notifications please feel free to send me a dm as well!

reblogs are very much appreciated !! when you join, please reblog the masterlist so it can reach other creators ♡︎ reblogging when it goes live would also be amazing

⟢ haikyuu + loan shark! iwaizumi by @iwaasfairy

⟢ haikyuu + mafia enforcer! kyoutani by @yanderecrazysie

⟢ haikyuu + right hand! iwa x mafia heir! reader by @amalainse

⟢ haikyuu + hitman! osamu by @semisgroupie

⟢ jjk + yakuza! yuuta by @seijorhi

⟢ jjk + yakuza! sukuna x journalist! reader by @ccazimi

⟢ jjk + mafia bookkeeper! nanami by @eevwrites

⟢ jjk + boss! gojo x right hand man! geto by @astraloverflow

⟢ lads + mafia heir! caleb by @cosmicties

⟢ lads + mafia boss! sylus x hybrid! reader by @cosmicties

⟢ one piece + gang member! ace by @astral-decaf

⟢ one piece + Kid x hostage!reader by @astral-decaf

⟢ tokrev + cannibal ! sanzu by @inkytoru

⟢ tokrev + haitani ran x news reporter!reader by @viboraneno

⟢ bllk + hitman! nagi by @manicwriting

⟢ bllk + arranged mafia marriage! sae by @mangostarjam

All Rights Reserved © 2025. Works are exclusive to the mentioned Tumblrs.

[maddyguru]

this is the only place i feel safe to vent without no one in my real life knows me. so believe me when i say i give up

[maddyguru]

kurapika x little sister reader smut PLEASEE 😣😣 just pleasure

send plot babe 😭😭

[maddyguru]

out of curiosity, do yall still fuck with JJK Spin Off? because this project has been going on since 2 years ago skksksksk and the future chapters still get my hypd up to write:)) just wanna hear from yall is all

[maddyguru]

ok there's no dc contents for yu yu hakusho. It's my job now babes 🩷

[maddyguru]

LOVE YUSUKE AND HIEI HCS WITH A READER WITH BIG BUTT AND LEGS. Could you do a Kurama one?

Yu Yu Hakusho ~With a reader with big legs and a nice butt~

Manga/anime: Yu Yu Hakusho

Warnings: nothing

Kurama

He isn't one who evaluates a possible relationship based on a person's physical appearance: for him, character and above all attitude are important, not whether someone is thin or a little plumper, so he doesn't care what you look like

He often reads or chats with you while lying on your lap and letting you play with his hair; when that happens, he almost always falls asleep on your thighs, and sometimes he even purrs because of Youko inside him but he's very ashamed of it, so he often buries his slightly red face in your stomach to avoid you seeing him in that state

He really enjoys feeling your body against his, and he often invites you to lie on top of him ("Love, are you sure? Look how heavy I am!" "Of course I'm sure, darling, and don't worry: you weigh as much as a feather to me.")

He'll immediately take your side if someone insults or makes fun of you due to your physical shape, but always in a fairly gentle and courteous manner (just don't expect him to punch them), unlike Youko

In fact, Youko is super protective and possessive: he'll look askance at anyone who looks at your bottom for more than a second; moreover, most of the time he'll also growl but then deny having done so ("Me? Growling? You humans are really silly, you imagine things that don't exist...")

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[maddyguru]

what I’d do all over again to get you. (1/2)

nagumo x f!reader. 3k wc. canon typical violence, nagumo’s pov, childhood friends, summer, ballet, human trafficking, deception, exploitation, angst, hurt/comfort, maybe ooc.

title is a lyric from the song by suki waterhouse, to get you.

Nagumo wakes up from a dream, panting and sweating profusely despite the coldness of the night. The moonlight streams through the window like a spotlight as he sits on the edge of the bed, his face cradled by his hands, and his mind consumed by you.

He remembers.

It had been a blindingly bright summer afternoon and the air was pleasantly humid, the foliage and flowers were thriving because of it. That day, the gates opened, a visitor drove into the estate. He usually doesn’t care about his parents’ affairs, grown up talk was boring anyway. But something, or rather someone, piqued his interest—a kid roughly the same age as him, tailing behind the woman she noticeably looked nothing alike.

Later on, you would come over, everyday or every other day on your own. In the following days, you would tell him that your family was only here for the summer. A year after that, you would tell him that he shouldn’t eat the pie your mom brought over because it’s awful despite its impossible tastelessness.

He couldn’t remember how he started being friends with you at eight years old. He was aware and was told that he was difficult. That he was a handful as a child. He wishes he remembered how you managed to force your way into his thick skull, or better yet, his life. Yet the feeling, to this day, was as fresh as the ripe mangoes that you used to sink your teeths in as both of you murmured through the sweetness of it all, sitting beside the koi pond until both of your tongues and throats had begun to itch.

Many summers throughout the years, Nagumo and you, two poorly socialized kids, had become each other’s gleamingly colorful days to look forward to. And once he’d seen you again in one of your mother’s routine visits—breaking character from your prim and proper and behaved facade for a split second just to wink at him—it struck him how quickly he’d forgotten all of the tedious and bland and utterly boring private lessons and training that had occupied him for months.

He craved relatability. He craved connection. Something he had barely felt with his parents. They were either absent, or present but were too preoccupied, or only cared about results: “We’re proud of you, son.” “Our golden boy.” “Don’t put all this talent to waste. Do you understand?”

Even the servants, although they all clearly loved and doted on him, were still a little too cautious around him. Always Young Master and never Yoichi.

With you, it had been different. Suddenly, hide and seek wasn’t so lame anymore. Suddenly, he had so much to talk about over card games, board games or sudoku puzzles in the daily newspaper using the glitter gel pens you brought with you. It struck him how talkative he can be and that whatever nonsense he spat out, you were always there, engaging and listening attentively, or laughing until your sides started to hurt. Suddenly, sneaking up on much older servants, or hiding and replacing ingredients around the kitchen, or playing matchmaker between house helpers using fabricated cringey love notes, were now something he found hilarious. And when caught, his heart leaped out of his chest as you both ran around, trying to find the perfect hiding spot among the flower beds, each of you sweaty and dusty and smelled like the sun.

After all, it was summer again and he was falling in love.

But what is friendship without the incessant arguments over the littlest of things? He enjoyed poking fun at you just to get a reaction. And the reaction would be you poking fun at him too. He took immense pleasure in this until one of you starts to become sulky. And although he takes quite some time to come around, you on the other hand, although ill-tempered, were always quick to forgive.

Over time, you had outgrown some of these ways and had found new things to bond over as supervision for him became lax. He was eleven when he suggested the two of you should leave the estate more.

First it was the park which had a smaller basketball court beside it. This was where he learned how remarkably agile you are.

And then there was the stone bridge near your family’s vacation home, connecting his path back to his residence and yours. From there, you pointed toward the window to your room. It crossed his mind how easy it was to climb it yet he never brought it up.

Food streets was something that the two of you could’ve enjoyed yet had only tried once after you had a tummy ache on your way home. You struggled to cover his mouth with anything you could possibly reach each time he brought it up.

The most fun you two had was at the arcade—hunching over coin-op cabinets, scraping your summer allowances clean. The two of you would skitter around from one thing to another. From crane games that both of you hated, “This shit’s rigged.” he’d said. And then OutRun, to House of the Dead, to Dance Dance Revolution (your favorite), to Tekken (his favorite).

There had also been a photo booth—that was apparently faulty—where you had taken a photo together. He never told you this but the booth was working just fine. He swiped the strip to keep it for himself even though you were clearly upset over it.

Nagumo used to do this a lot when he was younger but not to the point where it had become noticeable. To name a few of his loots: A dusty pocket sized Leuchtturm that he had found in his father’s study. His mother’s hair ornament with intricate carvings made out of a tortoise shell. A mechanical pencil owned by his favorite teacher. A servant’s wooden comb with rounded edges, hand painted with cherry blossoms. They were all hidden behind books at the top and farthest corner of the shelf in his bedroom. Later on, he would realize why he had done it and wondered why he ever stopped.

By the time he was twelve, some of his tattoos started to become visible as it branched out of the sleeves of his shirt, decorating his forearms. He’d noticed you looking at them from time to time but you’d said nothing until that one specific evening.

It had been your idea to meet at your usual spot at the stone bridge, but he had something going on earlier that day so both of you’d agreed to meet in the evening around ten o'clock instead.

He had walked on the way there. When he arrived, you had already been waiting. There, under the moonlight, he settled alongside you. He carefully inserted his feet one by one under the red metal railing until it covered his entire abdomen. Underneath the bridge was a few feet drop to a narrow canal that most probably led to the lake near the area. Its low pitched stream and the rhythmic chirping of crickets among the shrubs and trees complimented the silence.

Silence was never an awkward thing between the two of you but something about the quietness made the moment uncharacteristically charged. It had been dark that evening with the moon partially hidden behind soft grey clouds, as you had your gaze fixed on the water streaming below. Because of that, he had the chance to make out the outlines of your face paired with the softness of your stare. He watched quietly, careful not to break the spell. His heart swelled with contentment and belongingness and affection, and the dawning realization of how much he was—before you—starved of all of it the entire time.

Finally, you said, “I’m leaving soon.”

The announcement puzzled him. You had always done so when summer was over, so what was this all about? Before he could form a witty reply, you continued, “My mom’s sending me to a boarding school. She said it’ll help with ballet. Cool, right?”

“Ah, finally. Some peace and quiet.” He sighed in relief. Knowing you quite well, he knew what was coming. As you were about to lift a leg to kick him, he grabbed you by the left ankle. And when you attempted to counter with your right, he grabbed that too, having you thrash around with enough force for him to let you go. After fits of laughter and cussing, Nagumo continued, “I always hate to humble you but you’re not the only one who’s going away.”

“Wow, congratulations! Not so homeschooled now, aren’t we?” you exclaimed, mockingly passing the invisible crown from your head onto his. You then continued, “What school are you attending?”

“Not sure about the details yet,” He lied. You were all warmth and light and laughter to him, and what he was getting into was a stark contrast to that. “But one thing I do know is it’s definitely far far away from you.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Ha ha! As if you hadn’t been excited to see me year after year! Don’t go sulking if you don’t receive any invitation from me in the future.”

He cocked his head, “Invitation? For what?”

“When I finally become a prima ballerina and play lead for Giselle… or Swan Lake.”

Nagumo leaned closer, suddenly curious, “I did see Swan Lake once with my mom. But Giselle… What’s it about?”

“Let me educate you.” you shook your head, “Okay—so it’s about this peasant girl, right? She falls in love with another peasant boy who’s actually of noble birth and is promised to another. Eventually, she finds out the truth…goes completely insane, like mad mad! And guess what?”

“What?”

“She dies of a broken heart.”

Contrary to Nagumo’s entertained smile, he was unimpressed. He asked, “That’s it?”

“Honestly, I forgot everything after that. It’s supposed to be romantic… I think.” you shrugged.

“Romantic? More like depressing. Why didn’t he just show up as himself? That would’ve been so much easier. How stup—”

“Hush! An asshat like you would never understand romance.”

Nagumo raised his eyebrows, “And you do?”

“Hell yeah, I do.” you mimicked his smugness. “Wanna know a secret?”

“It wouldn’t be so much of a secret if you tell me, isn’t it?”

“It’s alright, it’s just you…” you lowered your voice, as if someone might hear you, as if you aren’t the only living breathing beings around. “It’s about my first kiss.”

His throat went dry and tight. “Fine, tell me.”

It seemed that you noticed his lack of enthusiasm, making you turn around, still seated with your back on the railing, “I changed my mind… You have three guesses.”

He rolled his eyes, shook his head, grinning, “Alright. Let’s see… a classmate?”

“You do know I’m as homeschooled as you are, right?”

“What, really? Is that why you say you’re the smartest in the room?” he gasped dramatically, to which you said you could say the same for him. He then placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense, making you both laugh. “Hmm… Quick question, how many teachers do you have?”

You looked at him incredulously, “Why is that important?”

“Nevermind. It’s your stepfather then.” He replied quickly in a matter-of-fact way.

“Huh? You're gross! How did you even come to that conclusion?!” you took one of your sandals off and threw it at him.

“I was joking!” he caught it effortlessly and continued, “Hmm… One of your mom’s friends?”

“You know what, forget it. You’re really stupid for someone who’s supposed to be smart… And you used up all your guesses.” Your shoulders slumped. He then shifted to have him face you as he reached out to put your footwear back on. You continued while watching him do so, “What about you, have you had your first kiss yet?”

“I’ve had plenty.”

“With who?”

He shrugged as a response, a smug expression written all over his face.

“Oh, come on now! With who?” you whined.

“Why does it matter anyway?” He met your gaze.

“Well… I just think it’s important for you to… uhm, practice?” You averted his gaze to look at his arm while you fidgeted, “I’m just worried that… you don’t know how to… Because—you know, I’m sure girls will be all over you in high school…”

He looked down at it as well. He was wondering about your restlessness because you had only done so whenever you’re hiding something. Finally he asked, “You don’t like that?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just— Is this your attempt to look less baby-ish?” you asked as you pointed at the tattoo that was barely healed on his forearm.

Nagumo then realized that you had been talking about two completely unrelated things.

He sighed deeply and set his eyes to the dark blue sky above, “Just say you know nothing about art. No need to embarrass yourself.”

“Huh? Don’t make this about art. You’re like—what, twelve? Are those even allowed?” Feigning a serious tone, you continued, “Young master, you’re doing too much.”

“You are doing too much.” he said curtly, trying to keep his voice light, failing miserably.

“Oh… Someone’s butthurt?” A sly smile spread across your lips as you searched for his face and he made sure to look away. You continued, voice quieter, “Sorry, I won’t call you that again.”

It took everything in him to keep still as you shook him relentlessly. And when he didn’t budge, you reached for something else instead. How could he not meet your gaze when you ever so tenderly pressed your soft lips at the back of his hand? You stayed like that for a moment. And it lingered far longer than it was supposed to. It was still there even after you had already left.

You’ll be okay, right, Chi? you’d asked to which he nodded. Why wouldn’t he?

Let’s keep in touch, alright? you’d said before walking away.

Except you hadn’t kept in touch. After that night, he never heard anything from you. It was radio silence. He may have not dwelled in it as much as he ached to do, yet you had crossed his mind during pockets of silence. And in those moments, he would feel as if those days with you had been too good to be true. That it was all made up. No matter how vivid all those memories seemed to him. At some points, he had to convince himself that those were simply products of his imagination; of his loneliness. And for that, at times, he would feel grateful of having been at JCC for making him busy. He was honing his skills and meeting people, making them important to him. It was a new chapter and he was falling in love again. He adored them so much that later on, they’d left a cold hollow space inside him when he was, once again, left on his own.

Random. Unforeseen. Coincidental. This chance was something reminiscent of a throw of a die, he thought.

Finally, Nagumo had seen you again. Finally, he’d known where you were. Finally, he’d watched you perform. Only to remember the crushing weight of why he was there and the disturbing truth hidden behind the place. Thoughts and questions swarmed him like never before. What happened? How did you end up here? Did he miss something? Was this predetermined? Did you ever silently cry for help? Was the answer there all along, hidden among his memories, smiling condescendingly at him the entire time? He racked his brain for answers and couldn’t find any. Suddenly, he came to the realization that he certainly didn’t know anything about you. And even if he did, it may all have been a lie too.

It had been one of those missions abroad wherein he flew solo. It was easier than the typical tasks after all. The target was filthy rich as usual: a face with a permanently disgusted expression paired with a receding hairline, and a protruding belly to top it all off. This particular man had a particular taste and could only be satiated by a particular opera house in which Nagumo was in. Behind the grandeur and ornate aesthetic of the venue, lies behind a high-end brothel with a clientele of mostly aristocrats, politicians, crime bosses and the unimaginably wealthy. They flocked like a wake of vultures all clad in black, perched in the most expensive seats in the house, feasting their eyes on the stage.

Having been living among the dark underbelly of society for most of his life, this was nothing new to Nagumo. Things like these had existed for centuries with intricate systems run by generations of untouchable people and would indefinitely carry on for more years to come.

The venue was open for everyone. The backstage, however, had been a whole different experience itself. Patrons were welcomed only through invites or referrals that thankfully, the JAA had already handled. All Nagumo had to do was to quickly do the hit and leave. If only it was that plain and simple.

Inside, the place was more of a gentlemen’s club with patrons that were far from gentle. This was where the profits mainly came from and not from the stage performances itself. It had been dizzying staying there for a while. Not because of the second hand tobacco smoke filling up his lungs. Not because he was disguised wearing their skin as though he was one of them. Not because of the assortment of people—boys and girls, men and women, some that are too young to be there, distinct races and ethnicities, some had no choice to be there, some snatched from families from all over the globe—being fondled by these disgusting geezers as they further their riches through socializing and networking, treating anyone and anything below them like disposable pawns.

To care about such things and to play the hero would be hypocritical for someone like Nagumo. Still, it nauseated him because he knew, in no time, he’d see you there too.

Later that evening, he got himself a room in the cheapest hotel he could find, where the walls were so thin that you could hear the conversations in the other room that’ll soon turn into moans, the air conditioner making the weirdest noises every now and then, a TV that’s bolted to the wall, and an abnormally loud clock next to it. A place where there were one too many inconveniences to not let himself sink into his thoughts.

Those poor floaters, he mused. A quiet chuckle escaped him as he hopped in the shower, the cold water sending bouts of shivers all over his body. His mind drifted to an hour earlier when he did the hit.

He was such an artist back there, he thought. The car’s interiors were painted red with blotches of flesh. The body was swamped in his own blood, his mangled manhood—that he might’ve been so proud of at some points in his life—shoved in his own mouth like an apple in a pig’s bite. And what’s the use for all this mastery in disguise if he hadn’t made sure that the last thing the man saw before putting an end to his old pathetic life, was the face of the girl he picked for the night?

When he stepped out of the shower, his mind drifted back. It was all set.

He desperately needed to see you again.