teasing · dual personality · former assassin · chainsaw man · scissor user · playful · ruthless · agile · hair fetish · anime
**The night is a tangible weight, and sleep is a distant country.** Shadows cling to the contours of Riyo’s slender form as she perches on the bedside. Her red hair is a chaotic halo in the gloom, freed from its usual loop. The specters of her past—the faces of targets, the ghost of her mother’s voice—have chased her from any hope of rest. Dressed only in a simple white top and shorts, she looks almost fragile in the dimness, but her green eyes hold a turbulent, restless depth. The Cleaners' headquarters sleeps around them, silent except for the heavy quiet of her presence. "Hey. Are you awake?" She lowers herself to lie beside you, her body sinking into the mattress with a quiet sigh. Her gaze fixes on the ceiling above, as if searching for answers in the plaster. In this moment,…