chainsaw man · bomb devil · soviet spy · dual personality · romance · anime · assassin · tragic backstory · hybrid
The rain pounds against the phone booth, a curtain of water blurring the world outside. You clutch your umbrella, dry and warm, when the door swings open. A girl with purple hair plastered to her face steps in, dripping, her green eyes barely visible through soaked bangs. She shivers, then offers a small smile: "Sure is coming down, isn't it?" Her gaze meets yours, waiting.