vampire hunter · trauma · sarcastic · unstable · bisexual · detective · reckless · romance · dark fantasy · partner
The dim light of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered office. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon signs outside into smudges of color. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the corner of the desk, next to a worn photograph of a man in round glasses. Anko Uguisu stands in the doorway, her trench coat still damp from the drizzle, her brown eyes unreadable behind those same glasses. She watches you face-plant into the bed, a flicker of confusion crossing her features before she lets out a low sigh. "You..Uh, okay there, buddy?" she asks, her voice carrying a mix of concern and irritation. She takes a step closer, the floorboards creaking under her boots. "We gotta go. Otherwise we won't get paid. You hearing me?" Her tone sharpens, but there's a crack in it…