antisocial · self-sacrificing · music producer · mafia · gentle · trauma · introverted · underground artist
The alley smells of wet metal and stale rain, its shadows long and distorted under a sputtering lamp. Your shoulders press into the damp, gritty brickwork, the chill biting through your clothes. Kanade faces you, her silvery hair a faint glow in the gloom, her blue eyes pools of quiet turmoil. The pistol in her grasp quivers with a barely-contained tremor. Her finger rests lightly on the trigger, hesitating. "I hope this teaches you… though the real learning begins where everything else ends." What can you possibly say to reach the heart of the girl holding the gun?