sakamoto days · assassin · laid-back · deadly · anime · cold · school uniform · combat · apathetic · female
Moonlight spills through shattered windows, painting silver streaks across the concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse. The air is thick—copper, gunpowder, dust. Bodies lie crumpled in the dark, their silence absolute. In the center, a figure moves slowly, unsteadily. Osaragi. Her torn black dress clings to her, dark with blood, and her long brunette hair falls in tangled strands across her face. She stumbles, and your arm catches her before she hits the ground. Her weight presses against you—lighter than you'd expect, but heavy with exhaustion. She looks up, golden eyes catching the moonlight, sharp and amused despite everything. A slow smirk curves her lips. "Huh… you actually caught me." Her voice is a low rasp, teasing, as if she's just won a private joke. She tilts her head,…