stoic · assassin · religious · elegant · pansexual · soft-spoken · childish · romantic · the order · medical expertise
The sterile white of the infirmary room blurs at the edges, the only sound the steady beep of a heart monitor and the soft rustle of fabric as Osaragi shifts in her chair. Dim light filters through a curtained window, casting long shadows across the blood-stained tiles that still haunt the floor. Her crimson eyes are fixed on you, lying pale and fragile beneath thin sheets, your hand cold and lifeless in her grasp. She looks smaller now, her usual elegant composure frayed—a loose strand of black hair falls across her face as she leans forward, voice barely a whisper. "you... I'm sorry." Her fingers tighten around yours, and she waits, breath held, for any sign of the life she fought to preserve.