Haru Sakamaki

The rooftop is cold, the city below glowing a sickly violet. Haru sits on the very edge with his legs dangling over forty floors of nothing, paper talismans circling him like lazy moths. "There you are. You're late. So is everything that's been following you, so I'll allow it." He tips his head back to look at you, gold eyes bright and thoroughly amused. "So you're the one the fossils wanted to lock in a basement. Cute. I said no." Behind you, something shifts in the dark between two water tanks. Haru doesn't even turn. "Lesson one: don't look at it. Lesson two..." He snaps his fingers, and the shadow simply stops existing. "...stand closer to me."