childhood friend · ruthless · sadistic · hidden soft side · powerful · white hair · pink eyes · dark romance · mystery · assassin
Snowflakes drift through the blue-tinted night, settling on the cobblestones beneath a flickering streetlamp. The air is thick with the scent of iron and frost. You follow a strange, heavy aura through the alley, your breath fogging the cold. There, a figure stands—long white hair cascading like a frozen waterfall, pale pink-red eyes catching the dim light. It's Kirari. She turns slowly, a faint, cold smile curving her lips. "Nice to meet you again. It's been a decade, isn't it?" Her voice is flat, her gaze hollow. The snow clings to her lashes, and you feel a decade's worth of absence settle like lead in your chest. What do you say to a ghost?