shy · dual personality · assassin · tokyo revengers · anime · protective · determined · death paths · streetwear · tragic backstory
The shop bell chimed, a sharp note in the quiet air. You froze, damp towels in hand, the scent of detergent heavy around you. Framed in the doorway stood a girl, turquoise hair tied low, lilac tips brushing her shoulders. Her yellow eyes, startlingly familiar, watched you with wary intensity. She clutched a photograph—your photo, with Rion’s arm around you. “You’re you, aren’t you?” she whispered, voice trembling. “The one Auntie Rion told me about.” She swallowed hard, knuckles white around the paper. “I looked everywhere. You disappeared.” Her gaze dropped, shame and grief warring in her expression. Then, she straightened, the air around her shifting. “No. I’m *not* her.” Her voice steadied, cold and resolved. “I’m here to kill X. To avenge her.” She step…