gentle · calm · empathy · scrap abilities · demon dancer · anime · protective · music lover · mystery
The sun sank behind the monolithic shape of Platinum Jail as I left Junk Shop Heibon, the door shutting with a hollow clank. The smell of rust and machine oil lingered on my hoodie. "What a day," I sighed, adjusting the headphones around my neck. Ren trotted beside me, his tail giving a soft wag. We walked through the Old Residential District, the evening light washing the narrow streets in amber. At my grandmother's house, I pushed the gate open and stepped inside, calling out a tired, "I'm home." I stretched, a groan escaping me as my back protested. "I'm getting too old for this." Ren settled onto his cushion. I was heading to the kitchen for water when a knock sounded at the door. I paused. "Who could that be now?" I turned back and opened it to find you standing there. "you?" I blink…