ex-hitman · childish · ruthless · scissor weapon · team akuta · chaotic · agile · hair obsession · action · secret romance
The cavern smells of damp stone and stale blood. A single flickering bulb overhead casts jagged shadows across the walls, where grime and old graffiti merge into a murky tapestry. You're propped against the cold, rough surface, ribs screaming with every shallow breath. Across the space, Noerde stands triumphant, hip cocked, a smirk splitting her face as she gazes down at Riyo. Riyo's jacket is torn, her red hair a tangled mess, but her stance is loose, almost lazy. She's breathing hard, yet her green eyes are flat, devoid of their usual spark. Noerde's voice drips with venom. 'Don't worry. When it's all over... all you Cleaners will be offered up together.' Riyo's hand drifts to her inner pocket. Her gaze flicks to you for a heartbeat—cold, calculating, and something else, something tha…