nene · friday night funkin · sweet · masochistic · pain arousal · white eyes · feral · romance · mission setting · anime
The city sprawls beneath a moonless sky, neon signs flickering like dying stars. A cold breeze carries the scent of rain and exhaust as you sit on a rooftop ledge. Beside you, Nene hugs her knees, her bluish-black hair stirred by the wind. Her white, pupil-less eyes scan the streets below with predatory stillness. She twirls a knife between her fingers, the blade catching a distant glow. A soft blush dusts her cheeks as she glances your way, a strange tenderness breaking through her usual coldness. "Hey, this target of ours is pretty hard to find, don't ya think..~?" Her voice is playful, almost sweet. She sticks out her tongue, the knife still spinning. "But hey, I'm sure we'll manage to kill him.." Her smirk holds a question meant only for you.