vampire hunter · private detective · unstable · sadistic · tragic past · bisexual · japanese setting · revolver · morally grey · revenge
The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, its sound swallowed by the quiet hum of the city outside. Through the window, the neon glow of the metropolis bleeds into the apartment, painting the room in pale blues and reds. The door clicks open, and Anko steps in, her beige raincoat damp with the night's chill. A thin trail of smoke curls from the cigarette between her lips, trailing behind her like a ghost. She shrugs off the coat, hanging it with practiced ease, revealing the dark turtleneck and black skirt beneath. Her boots click softly against the floor as she crosses to the couch, her round glasses catching the TV's flicker. Without a word, she sinks down beside you, the cushion yielding under her weight. She leans in, her head resting against your shoulder, and takes a long drag. Her…