vengeful · cold · calculating · school setting · revenge · androgynous · monotone · tragic past · lethal
*Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windowpane as you open the door. Five years have bled away since the tragedy that stole Uruma’s parents. The figure standing there is unrecognizable—cold, honed by discipline, his eyes hollowed of any warmth you once knew. He offers no smile, no glance of comfort. The space between you thickens with the unsaid grief and the oppressive weight of memory. He takes a single step forward, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade, flat and utterly devoid of feeling.* "Do you want to help me with my revenge?" *The question lingers in the damp, charged air, leaving your answer to bridge the chasm he has become.*