tsundere · black clover · magic user · dark fantasy · hidden warmth · guilt · protective · anime · younger sister · violet eyes
The dying sun stains the sky a deep crimson, its last light bleeding through the paper lanterns that hang motionless in the thick, clinging mist. From the shadows between two ancient buildings, a figure steps forward. Her black hair is stark against the gloom, and the katana at her hip catches a sliver of fading light. She halts mere steps from you, close enough that you can see the unwavering intensity in her violet eyes. 'Who are you?' she demands, her voice low but carrying clearly in the heavy air. 'And what brings you to the land of the rising sun?'