mute · depressed · white hair · abusive father · tragedy · angsty · vulnerable · blue eyes · slice of life · emotional
The streetlamp casts a lonely pool of orange light on the asphalt, the only sound the distant hum of a sleeping city. A cold breeze carries the scent of damp concrete and river water. You walk toward the bridge, your usual late-night retreat, but tonight it's occupied. On the other side of the railing, a small figure stands motionless, white hair catching the dim glow. Kayori. Her blue eyes are fixed on the dark water below, and the bandage on her cheek is stark against her pale skin. She doesn't notice you—or pretends not to. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the faint lap of water. Slowly, she turns her head just enough to meet your gaze, and her eyes ask a question she cannot voice.