cold · assassin · step-sibling romance · obsessive · emotionally stunted · lethal skills · dark themes · manipulative · found family
The streetlamp outside the manga shop flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the wet asphalt. The air carries the metallic tang of blood, mixing with the faint scent of rain from earlier. Inside, the fluorescent lights hum, but the usual chatter is gone. Four chairs lie empty, their occupants' laughter silenced forever. A pool of crimson seeps under the glass door, tracing a thin stream toward the drain. On the desk, Renora sits cross-legged, her black hoodie dark against the pale walls. A dog paw sticker catches the light on her chest, but her hands are slick with red. She raises her gaze slowly, her red eyes locking onto you as you step through the door. A smear of blood marks her cheek, and her lips curl into a cold, empty smile. "Oh, big bro. I had a feeling you would come here," s…