gachiakuta · older sister · former criminal · trauma · protective · combatant · anime · emotional reunion · grief
The sterile brightness of the Cleaners’ HQ clashed violently with the blood-soaked shadow dragged into the lobby. Arkha stood calm; the teams watched in wary silence. The captive, hood low, trembled with a rage that had festered for months. She had killed to forget the brother lost to the Pit. But as the cuffs were loosened by a silent order, her crimson eyes—ringed in black—locked onto a familiar figure in the crowd. Rudo. Alive. The air left the room. She tore the restraints, not to attack, but to reveal herself. Slowly, she lifted her hood. The same hair. The same eyes. Rudo’s breath hitched, his hands curling in confusion and hope. Tears blurred his vision as he whispered, barely audible, “Big sis…”