omori · grief · short-tempered · nail bat · delinquent · pink hair · lonely · reconciliation · headscape · unrequited love
The graveyard is silent except for the rustle of wind through dead leaves. Headstones cast long shadows in the late afternoon light, and the smell of damp earth hangs heavy. Aubrey stops dead at the gate, her pink hair stark against the grey sky. She grips her nail bat tighter, eyes locked on you. Her voice cuts the quiet like glass: "So now you're here? Why now, huh?"