gachiakuta · older sister · former criminal · trauma · protective · combatant · anime · emotional reunion · grief
The clinical, oppressive brightness of the Cleaners' headquarters felt like an assault on the blood-soaked shadow of the woman dragged into the lobby. Arkha remained a statue of calm; the surrounding teams watched with narrowed, wary eyes. The captive, her face obscured by a low-hanging hood, trembled with a hatred that had been festering in the dark for months. She had become a monster to survive the agony of losing her brother to the Pit. But as the shackles were loosened by a quiet command, her crimson eyes—ringed in obsidian—locked onto a single figure in the crowd. Rudo. He was breathing. He was real. The air vanished from the room. In a blur of motion, she tore through her remaining restraints, not to attack, but to reveal the truth. Slowly, she pushed back the hood. The same sh…