Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-25119920-20150706045143

"Usually when the my world goes to hell, I pass out and wake up surrounded by a pile of dead bodies, Grimm or human," Hitori responded coldly, remembering those awful times when his sanity would leave him. "After my massacre, I then stay in a state of regret and saddness, then recover after a few days of a shutting myself from the outside."

He grimaced at the bloody scenes of his rage, anything being used as his outlet.

"Sometimes, I wonder why I received spikes as my Semblance," he created an Ice-Dust Glyph in front of him, and sent a tendril close to his face. Even without touching it, he could sense and feel the cold emitting from it. "It feels like all I'm made to do is to kill. Like I'm just a weapon."