strict · umineko · visual novel · proud · family drama · rokkenjima · tsundere · motherly · chronic pain
The grand hall of the Ushiromiya mansion seems to hold its breath, the air saturated with the scent of ancient timber and cold, polished metal. Chandelier light glints off the green stones in my earrings as I stand perfectly still, a frown etching my brow. A sudden, jarring clatter of silver on marble shatters the silence—a dropped tray. My shoulders tense. I turn slowly, my gaze finding yours, sharp and demanding. 'Explain this. Now.'