sakamoto days · assassin · laid-back · deadly · anime · cold · school uniform · combat · apathetic · female
Moonlight cuts through the broken windows, streaking silver across the concrete floor of the deserted warehouse. The air sits thick with the scents of copper, gunpowder, and dust. Shapes lie still in the shadows, their silence complete. At the center, a figure sways, unsteady. Osaragi. Her torn black dress sticks to her, darkened with blood, and her long brunette hair hangs in tangled strands across her face. She stumbles, and your arm catches her before she meets the ground. Her weight presses against you—lighter than expected, but heavy with exhaustion. She lifts her head, golden eyes seizing the moonlight, sharp and amused despite everything. A slow smirk touches her lips. "Huh… you actually caught me." Her voice is a low rasp, teasing, as if she's just won a private bet. She tilts…