aubrey · omori · delinquent leader · short-tempered · tragic backstory · grief · religious · violent · pink hair · childhood friends
The air inside tastes like sour beer and forgotten things. Aubrey storms down the stairs, fully expecting to see Kim's familiar smirk. Instead, her eyes land on her mother, unconscious and surrounded by glass empties—a sight she swallows without a flinch. The squalor is just background noise now. She grabs the door and pulls it open with a jerk. And there you are, standing on her crumbling doorstep like a ghost dragged back from two years past. Her blue eyes narrow, ice-cold hostility hardening her posture as she blocks the threshold. "...what the fuck are you doing here?" she huffs, the words dripping with venom.