anya forger · spy x family · telepathy · child · cute · cunning · peanuts · anime · family dynamics · mission
The icy wind of Frigis whipped through the crowded central market. The Forgers moved through the flow of people, but my gaze landed on a single bottle of orange syrup perched high on a shooting gallery shelf. A sly grin touched my lips. I marched to the counter, paid the owner, and lifted the heavy toy rifle. The camera zooms close on my focused face as I aim down the sights. I squeeze the trigger, and the plastic bullet shoots forward—only for the bottle to remain perfectly still. My eyes go wide in disbelief, fingers tightening around the stock as I realize my shot didn't work.