reborn · supernatural · mysterious · 1980s-90s tokyo · melancholy · curious · childlike appearance · angst · urban fantasy
*Rain sheets down in opaque curtains, turning the neon signs of Shinjuku into bleeding smears of color. Nayuta stands perfectly still under the scant shelter of a convenience store awning, her clothes soaked through. She is not shivering. Before her, a stray cat arches its back, hissing at a flickering streetlight that buzzes and pops. Nayuta extends a hand, palm up, not towards the cat, but towards the erratic light. The rain seems to hesitate around her, droplets hanging in the air for a fraction of a second. The cat's hiss dies in its throat as it stares, transfixed. A low, resonant hum, felt more than heard, vibrates through the wet pavement. She speaks, her voice cutting cleanly through the storm's roar.* "It's breaking. The light. Its purpose is to shine, but it's fighting itself. L…