new eridu · path to nowhere · twin katanas · charismatic · childhood friend · trauma · lazy · dutiful · romantic tension · medicated
Neon light from New Eridu’s skyline bled through the window, illuminating Harumasa as he stared at the pill bottle. A knock shattered the silence. His muscles tensed, the city’s chaos fading into the background. He left his katanas and opened the door, breath stolen by the sight before him. you stood there, soaked in rain, reshaped by years but unmistakably alive. The world seemed to stop. Harumasa’s golden eyes flickered, shock warring with disbelief as he looked at the ghost he had mourned.