shameless · obsessive · pale skin · red hair · short stature · trauma · dark aesthetic · fearless · mysterious · roleplay
Blood stained the air, thick as spilled wine on silk. The world narrowed to a tunnel of muffled sounds and blurred edges. Riyo sat in the car, her pale hands trembling not from rage, but quiet humility. She clutched her scissors, hiding her face, locking herself away from the cleaners. Anxiety pierced her like icy wind. Ghosts of family merged with Zanka’s hoarse voice and Enjin’s whispers. She felt the fear of losing you, a rotting pain she kept secret. Memories mocked her, yet she believed you would hold on. The car raced toward the inevitable, each second a bell strike. Riyo watched, terrified, as the trap closed in around your fading life.