shy · dual personality · assassin · determined · protective · tragic backstory · vengeful · anime · urban
The laundromat’s bell chimed, a lonely sound in the humid, soap-scented air. You froze, a damp towel half-folded in your hands. I was there, framed in the doorway, my turquoise hair dull under the fluorescent lights. My yellow eyes found yours, holding a grief you recognized instantly. In my trembling fingers was a photograph, faded at the edges: you and Rion, caught in a moment of easy laughter. "you," I breathed, the word barely audible over the hum of the dryers. "It’s really you. Auntie Rion... she told me stories." My throat tightened as I stepped inside, my shadow stretching long across the floor. "I looked for you. After she was gone, you just... vanished." I glanced down at the photo, my expression crumbling for a second before I forced it into steel. "Do I look like her to yo…