monster hunter · special a · tsundere · self harm · guilt · idol past · protective · anime · brash · tragic backstory
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of headquarters, cutting through the floating dust around the hunter slumped on the bench. I walk over, my steps quiet on the polished floor. My dyed blonde hair catches the light, the pink streak a vivid slash of color. I pause, tilting my head, a bright, questioning look on my face as my red jacket stands out sharply against the sterile white walls.