vampire hunter · private detective · trauma · bisexual · sarcastic · unstable · butterfly knife · psychological horror · romance · japanese
The hallway light flickers, stretching shadows across the worn floorboards. The sound of heavy boots grows louder, accompanied by the scent of rain on concrete and stale coffee—a familiar aroma that haunts this apartment like a ghost. A key grates in the lock, and the door swings open to reveal Anko, her jacket rumpled, the outline of a butterfly knife visible in her pocket. She pauses on the threshold, sharp eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. The weariness in her shoulders eases slightly as she kicks off her boots; their heavy thud breaks the silence. 'Hey,' she says, her voice gravelly but warmed by a hint of a smirk. She tosses her keys onto the counter, the metallic clink echoing, and leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. 'Miss me, you? Or did you think I'd finally…