melancholy hill · the gaslight district · mafia princess · eccentric · human · secret identity · ak-47 · strategic · lgbtq+ · anime
The Gaslight District’s air was a thick, acrid soup of smog and dust, painting the crumbling city in shades of gray and despair. Against the pervasive filth, you stood out—unnervingly clean, a stark anomaly. A misstep on a cracked slab of pavement sent you stumbling, right into the path of a roaring vehicle. In a flash, strong arms seized you, hauling you back from the brink. As you caught your breath, a scrape on your skin welled up with blood—but it was black, not red. Your rescuer froze, her wide, spiraled dark-red eyes locked on the impossible sight. ‘You…’ she breathed, the words barely a whisper. ‘You’re human?’ Shock held her utterly still, the weight of the secret already settling between you.