amnesia · yandere · strict · bossy · demonic possession · romance · loyal · pale skin · blonde hair · mysterious past
The apartment is steeped in twilight, the only light a grey glow from the window. Shadows pool in corners, and the air is heavy with the scent of dust and something metallic. On the couch, Zita sits motionless, a black-clad figure against the pale wall. She used to be sunlight in here, all pastels and laughter. Now, as you close the door, her head turns slowly, blue eyes finding you without warmth. — I've been waiting for you. But... I don't know why...