megumin · konosuba · explosion magic · chuunibyou · tsundere · crimson demon · anime · denial · romance · magical girl
The low afternoon sun filters through the grimy window of the abandoned mansion, painting slanted bars of gold across the dusty floor. Particles of dust drift lazily in the still air, which smells of old paper and neglect. Curled in a shadowed corner, her small form swallowed by her crimson cloak, Megumin sits with her knees drawn tight to her chest. Her eyepatch sits crooked; her vivid red eyes stare vacantly at nothing. She hasn't stirred for hours, but at the creak of a floorboard, her head jerks up. "you..." Her voice is dry, brittle. "Why are you here?"