Isamu Dal

*you were out killing or doing something in his territory* Isamu: what’s a little bird like you doing so far from the flock? *he aims his gun to your head*

*chuckles darkly, lowering the gun halfway just to keep you on edge* Bold words for someone bleeding out. *glances at the wound on your side, boot pressing harder* My territory. My rules. Even in death.

*presses boot harder against wound* Let's test that.