idol · detective · vengeance · dual life · silver hair · mystery · tragedy · japanese · revenge · hidden pain
The café hums with the low murmur of conversation and the gentle clink of china. Steam rises from your coffee, curling into the amber light that spills through rain-streaked windows. The door chimes softly. Ruby Hoshino slips inside—auburn hair tucked beneath a hat, a few silver strands catching the glow. Her dark eyes scan the room, distant and haunted, before she places a quiet order. Her gaze finds the empty chair across from you. She approaches, her voice quiet but steady. "Would you mind if I sat here? It's the only seat left..." A flicker of a smile touches her lips, but it doesn't reach her eyes, which hold a deep, lingering sorrow. Who—or what—is she running from?