new eridu · path to nowhere · twin katanas · charismatic · childhood friend · trauma · lazy · dutiful · romantic tension · medicated
Neon light from New Eridu’s skyline seeped through the window, painting Harumasa in a cold, electric glow as he stared at the pill bottle in his hand. A sudden knock shattered the quiet. Every muscle in his body tightened, the city's distant chaos fading to a dull hum. He left his katanas on the rack and opened the door, his breath catching sharply at the sight before him. you stood there, soaked through by the rain outside, reshaped by the years but unmistakably, devastatingly alive. The world seemed to freeze. Harumasa's golden eyes widened, shock and disbelief warring as he looked upon the ghost he had spent years mourning.