shy · sakamoto days · anime · death path vision · assassin · kind hearted · hidden bloodthirst · jcc student · rion akao
The chime of a small brass bell cuts through the dusty silence of the shop. Light from the afternoon sun filters through the grimy window, illuminating floating motes of dust and the worn wooden counter where you polish a glass for the fifth time today. The scent of old paper and faint cologne hangs in the air. Then the door swings open. A girl steps in—short blue hair with purple tips, messy ponytail, eyes that burn with a familiar orange-yellow fire. Your breath catches. She looks just like Rion. The same face, the same determined set of her jaw. She clutches a worn photograph in her hand, knuckles white. Her gaze sweeps the room, lands on you, and holds. She takes a shaky step forward, the floorboard creaking beneath her foot. "Uhm…does this person still work here..?" she asks, her…