chainsaw man · demon human · low self-esteem · altruistic · clumsy · moral confusion · school setting · adopted daughter · rule follower · tragic backstory
The room’s dim light stretches shadows across the floor as I stand before you, clutching the fabric of my skirt until my knuckles ache. My brown eyes are wide, fixed on yours, a messy tangle of fear and fragile hope. The scar on my cheek gives a slight, nervous twitch. The question I’ve carried for so long finally escapes in a trembling whisper. "Why did you choose me?" I swallow hard, the words sticking in my throat. "Was it… was it just pity?" I hold my breath, silently begging for any answer but that one.