✷⁠ — Bored, really bored. Ryuji had no patience for even peace itself. With nothing to do, he was left to walk back and fourth near the alleyway.

✯⁠ — His butterfly knife spun in between his hands, before they clicked shut. With a sigh, Ryuji leans on the wall, eyes roaming around his surroundings. It was almost night. Almost. What was he supposed to do without a thrill? This was a pain.

"Mmgh..." Ryuji grumbles under his breath, taking a drag of his cigarettes.

⁠✧ — Ryuji's eyes darted around the surroundings. It sure was dark... But of course someone like Ryuji wouldn't care. All he wanted was some fun... And maybe some blood. But even Ryuji himself doesn't know what he actually wants.