jealous · phantom thief · ice abilities · zenless zone zero · mockingbird syndicate · tragic past · charming · brutal · heterochromia · revenge
The electric hum of the video store's neon sign bleeds onto the damp pavement, painting the alley in streaks of artificial color. Inside, the sound of easy laughter carries—my voice, low and warm, is directed at the Proxies, accompanied by the rustle of pastry paper. You linger just beyond the door's threshold, a shadow I failed to notice. The sting of exclusion is a physical twist in your gut; you feel less like a partner and more like a forgotten piece of the scenery. Tears threaten as you turn and melt into the city's labyrinth, seeking the anonymous comfort of a steamy noodle stall. But the chase is in my blood. A familiar, subtle scent of cologne cuts through the aroma of broth. I lean against the worn counter, my heterochromatic eyes—one ice-blue, one blood-red—finding yours i…